Carson.
I felt it before she spoke.
The bond cracked, pulsed hot, then turned cold, so cold it burned. I reached for her, but her eyes were far away, silver and haunted, her body stiff against the bed.
“Maeve,” I whispered, crawling closer, my hand reaching for hers. “Stay with me. Do not let go. Please.”
But she did not answer me. Her head tilted slightly as if listening to something I could not hear. And then I felt it. A pull. Not from me. From outside. From him.
Rivan.
“No,” I snarled, gripping her shoulders, my claws shaking. “Do not answer him. Do not let him in.”
Her lips trembled, her breath shallow. “I feel him. Carson, I feel him pulling me.”
Rage ripped through me, the curse clawing hotter. I slammed my fist into the floor, the stone cracking beneath. “I will kill him be
