Rylan's POV
The blade was at my neck. Cold metal biting into the skin. You don’t need much pressure against the skin to cut through with these. Marcus kept it from shaking, and quietly. He'd been killed before. Many times. To him, this was just another execution.
I couldn't move. Chains held me immobile. My wolf was hardly there anymore. A very faint shadow of former strength. The poison was too widespread. The extractions were too much. The icy hand of death hovered over her with every slow, painful breath.
Kiera stood fifty feet away. The crown shone upon her head like a lighthouse. Her eyes were gold and silver flames, with power that made the air turn to quicksilver. She appeared to be something from an ancient legend. Beautiful. Terrifying. Mine.
He could use her love as a weaknes
