POV: Caleb
The scream outside the corridor ended too suddenly. One second, it echoed through the palace halls. The next, silence swallowed it whole.
Trey surged violently beneath my skin. “Kill them.” I already intended to.
Keith moved outside the chamber doors, his claws partially extended as another tremor shook the walls.
“My prince, General Varric is rallying the western guard. The king requested—”
“The king can wait.”
My gaze locked onto Gina. She stood near the bed, wrapped in my coat, her face pale beneath the candlelight. Fear rolled off her in waves, but beneath it, something else pulsed. Power.
The silver light flickered faintly beneath her skin again, the same unnatural glow from before. I think the attackers had come for her, and that realization ignited something primal
