The forest seemed darker than ever as Damien carried Lena deeper into the shadows. The cold wind whipped against her face, but all she could think about was Marcus standing alone to face the hunters while she was being whisked away against her will.
“Put me down, Damien!” Lena shouted, struggling in his grip. “We have to go back!”
But Damien didn’t stop, his jaw clenched tight. “You don’t understand, Lena,” he growled. “If they get their hands on you, it’s over. Everything we’ve been fighting for will mean nothing.”
Lena’s heart twisted painfully. She knew Damien was right the prophecy, the hunters, everything depended on her survival. But it didn’t stop the guilt gnawing at her. “Marcus is back there! He could be killed!” she cried, tears stinging her eyes.
Finally, Damien skidded to
