ADINNA
Salem doesn’t even give me a chance to catch my breath.
One second Jace is whispering ‘He’s here’, and my stomach is flipping itself inside out, and the next second Salem hooks his fingers around my forearm and pulls again.
“What are you…? Salem!” I yank back, my voice sharp, but he just keeps walking, dragging me toward the far side of the field like he owns the place. Or me.
“I told you,” he mutters. “Hunter passes this way.”
“Yes, I heard you,” I snap, stumbling after him. “Everyone heard you, Jace just said he smelled him, why are you dragging me like—”
“Because you freeze when it matters,” Salem interrupts, tone clipped. “And if you faint or panic or whatever it is you do, I’m not carrying you.”
My jaw drops. “I don’t faint!”
“Great,” he says. “Prove it. Move.”
His han
