Zayne’s POV
I had hunted monsters my entire life. But I had never seen madness wear a man’s face so clearly.
Jake staggered back into the light, blood smeared across his mouth, his eyes wild and unfocused.
The crates Alan had slammed him into lay shattered behind him. He should have been running. Instead, he laughed.
Not relief. Not fear. Delight. “That’s it,” Alan muttered beside me. “He’s snapped.”
Natalie stood behind us now, free but shaking, her hands clenched into fists. Aurora was a step ahead of me, shoulders squared, chin lifted. She didn’t look scared.
That terrified me more than anything else. Jake’s gaze locked on her.
Always her. “You see this?” He said hoarsely, spreading his arms as if presenting a stage. “This is what you did to me.”
Aurora didn’t flinch. “You did
