Christian and Tom went at each other with terrifying violence. This wasn't strategic combat. This was hatred given teeth and claws.
Tom fought like he had nothing to lose. Wild. Desperate. Obsessed.
Christian fought cold and calculated, but somehow more frightening because of it.
They were evenly matched until Tom went for a dirty move—throwing dirt in Christian's eyes and then slashing across his shoulder.
Blood poured down Christian's leg.
"No!" I screamed.
I forced myself up. Every muscle protested. I had no energy left. But Christian was hurt, and that was unacceptable.
I reached deep, deeper than I'd ever gone before, and found one last reserve of Luna power. I channeled it straight to Christian through our bond.
Golden light flowed from me to him.
Christi
