“If his fingers touch her skin,” Ace whispered, his voice suddenly appearing right at my ear, devoid of all humor, “I’m letting the shadows out to play. Word or no word, Grey. I’m done watching.”
“Nate,” I said, my voice a frigid whisper that carried the weight of an avalanche. “Status.”
“The energy in the room is becoming volatile,” Nate replied, his eyes narrowed. “She’s leaking violet static. If that human touches her, the shock alone might throw him across the room, and then we have a public exposure event on our hands. We cannot let him make contact.”
“Then we move,” Raiden said, already half-stepping out of the shadows.
“No,” I commanded, my hand shooting out to grab Raiden’s arm, the heat of his skin hissing against the frost on my palm. “Not yet. We promised her freedom, and if
