Angela:
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I don't feel my legs when Cassian lifts me. One moment I'm standing there, staring at the dripping heart in his hand, and the next I am weightless, pressed against his taut chest as he carries me through the blood-soaked bedroom.
My voice is gone. My mind is gone.
Everything in me is shaking so violently I feel like my bones will crack apart.
Brandon is dead.
Cassian killed him.
And I'm in his arms.
What has he done? What got into his head?
Oh goddess, save us.
This time, the council will surely hear, and if we're not lucky, and the lycan king gets involved… oh gods.
I clutch Cassian's shirt tightly. I'm scared—scared for him, for me, for what's to come.
The cold night air hits me as he steps out of the packhouse, and it feels like I am waking up inside a nightmare.
