Erin's POV
Finnick’s touch was gentle but burned all the same as he dragged me through the wreckage left behind by the wolves.
“What the….” The coppery tang of blood clung to the air as if it had attached itself to the oxygen, mixed with the faint scent of smoke coming from somewhere nearby.
“Don’t look,” Finnick tugged harder, but I’d already seen the mess. Those wolves had attacked both workers and hotel patrons, leaving their mangled bodies strewn across hallways and common areas.
“It’s kind of hard not to,” I hissed, feeling my emotions slowly getting the best of me.
Tonight was supposed to be simple. I would pretend to be Rowan’s loving, dutiful wife for the charity gala, and if I could play the part well enough, we’d be on our way back to our pretend life where he hits the '
