Talon
At first, I think I’m hallucinating when I see Harlow on the chaise across from me. I pray that I am. I’m willing to die for my mistakes, but there’s no way I am letting her suffer for them. I yank on my restraints as Bree clutches my face in her hands. Baring my teeth at her, I growl. How could she do such a thing? How could she drag Harlow into this? “Don’t touch me!”
“Baby, you don’t mean that,” she purrs at me as I watch Corbin get further away with Harlow. I need to get her out of here. “It’s fine. It was the only way to get you back,” she says as I blink at her.
“They are planning on marking her!” I scream in her face. She flinches. Adrenaline and panic surge through my veins. Gritting my teeth through the bloody torture, I force the shift. My body is deformed as I try to fo
