Noah
Wyatt stumbled back from my mate, falling and only just catching himself as I yanked him backwards from her. There was blood on his chin. A watered-down pinkish stain where Fleur’s blood had mingled with his venom and saliva.
“Noah.” Jace’s face was as white as a sheet. Staring at me with wide eyes. He wasn’t afraid of me. And he should be, MMA superstar or not he had sat there and let Wyatt bite my mate. He had held her God damn head in his lap. “What are you doing here?”
I ignore his question, my eyes glued to the unconscious woman. Her jacket and jumper had burnt away with the potency of Wyatt’s poison. Her skin where his teeth had punctured her flesh was red and mottled. Like someone had poured acid over it. Even as I watched it bubbled, her back arched in agony. Blood curdli
