FENRIC'S POV
The moment Rhydan said Gadreel’s name, she froze.
I saw the recognition hit. The other monster hunting her.
Whatever color the sun had coaxed into her skin drained away all at once. She went pale—paler than before—and for a moment, she didn’t breathe. Her fear spiked, sharp and sudden. I could smell it in the air—and I knew Brammon and Rhydan could too.
Every instinct in me bristled.
“What are you still standing there for, human?” Rhydan barked.
She flinched like he’d struck her.
“Go with Fenric. Now,” he snapped. “Or would you rather we hand you over to Gadreel? Your choice.”
That finally made her move.
She blinked, dazed, and took small, hesitant steps toward me—but she came. I didn’t wait. I scooped her up, cradling her in my arms this time instead of slinging her
