Lucian:
Rhett carried her in like a fallen saint, her hair a black halo against his chest, her body trembling with the aftermath of c*****e. I stood in the scriptorium’s shadows, my fingers curled so tight into the banister that the old wood cracked.
Blood. Her blood. Our blood. Their blood. It clung to her like perfume, gilding her skin in ruin. And gods help me, she was beautiful.
The wolf looked at her as though she were salvation. Silas’s shadows bent toward her, whispering in that language only he understood. Even Kai stirred from his weakened sprawl, eyes half-glazed but fixed on her like she was the last star in a collapsing sky.
And me?
I watched.
Because watching her destroy herself was all I could do.
She had wielded more magic in one night than even I could stomach. Wolf-
