27
SILAS
“Who are you working with?”
Markula’s voice booms through my head as well as in my ears. I throw open the door to see Dawn on the bed, bleeding from the shoulder. She’s hurt. And terrified. But above the fear is something far stronger; she’s screaming in my brain with a sharp and unbridled fury.
Draynor runs to her side and scoops her into his arms as if prepared to protect her from Markula, but if our leader wanted her dead, he’d have killed her already. He wants answers, and his thoughts … I frown.
She’s shaking, but she relaxes against Draynor as he eases himself into the chair and grabs a sheet to cover her naked body. Her shoulder is bleeding freely, staining the cotton in a garish scarlet.
“A hunter?” I say, leveling my gaze at Markula. He’s already buttoning his pant
