Zane pov.
I let Tessa assume she’d managed to knock me out. Hate to admit but it was cute, her little attempt to try and knock me out. The Dark Lord, really?
Her hit was clean, right to the neck, but she underestimated just how much power I’d regained. I’d played along, let my body go limp in her arms just to ease her mind. The second she left, I opened my eyes.
As soon as that arrow sliced through the window earlier, I’d felt it—the pulse of dark energy burning through the air. Paige. I didn’t even need to see her to know, but I used my lupine vision anyway, letting my sight sharpen, pushing past the haze of smoke and chaos outside.
There she was. She looked smug, confident that her little ambush would work.
My jaw tightened. “Not this time.”
I pushed off the bed, ignoring the ling
