ADINNA
I drop to my knees, my hands clawing at my throat, desperate for air that doesn’t come. My chest heaves, ribs straining, and every inhale feels like it’s tearing through me. The moonlight smears across the rooftop like melted silver, and the edges of the world blur.
“Adinna!” The shadow calls out to me, and the voice is extremely familiar.
And then I see him.
Hunter.
He’s a shadow at first, cutting a jagged line between me and the rogue, shoulders coiled, teeth clenched, chest rising and falling with raw, uncontrolled fury. His eyes catch the moonlight, glowing gold, sharp, wild—like a predator who has just caught the scent of his prey. My chest seizes again, not from lack of air, but from the sheer intensity of him.
“Adinna… stay down!” he growls, low, trembling with somethin
