Rebecca’s POV
The space I was in was getting closer, or so I thought. The room felt like it was closing in on me.
Jeremy stood there like he owned the place, that cruel smile still on his face. His warriors were spread behind him, his eyes glowing steady, ready to attack. I just stood there looking at him. My legs felt weak. To top it off, the mark on my shoulder was burning so badly I could barely think straight.
Matthew stepped in front of me instantly, his body tense and ready for whatever might happen. “You’re not touching her,” he growled at the top of his voice.
Ezekiel moved to the side, calm but dangerous.
Tyler stayed right beside me, his hand gripping my arm like he was never going to let go.
Jeremy laughed. A low, chilling sound that made my skin repel like it was cra
