Jace
The cavern exploded into chaos.
Black fire poured like liquid shadows, eating the stone beneath my feet, and out of it rose a shape that should not exist—a body stitched from darkness, horns curling like smoke, talons that gleamed red as spilled blood. Its laughter rolled through the catacombs like thunder, a sound that scraped against bone and made the wolf inside me snarl in pure fury.
Finally, it hissed, a voice that echoed inside my skull, oil-slick and endless. Freedom tastes sweet.
I shoved Cara behind me, even though every instinct screamed she wasn’t some fragile thing to protect—her magic was still sizzling in the air, silver threads burning against the demon’s darkness—but gods, seeing her pale, shaking from what she unleashed, ripped something raw inside me.
“You touch
