Heat flared in my spine. “Stay away from Ojore.”
She smirked. “Why? You’re locked up. Someone has to keep him warm. Men are easy. A look, a touch, a whispered promise.”
I moved before my brain caught up.
My hand shot through the bars, faster than I knew I could move, fingers clamping around her throat. I slammed her into the bars of shadow. They flared against my skin, burning, but I didn’t let go.
Seraphine choked, eyes going wide as her back hit the bars.
“Stay. Away. From. Him,” I hissed.
Her hands flew up, claws springing from her fingers, scraping at my wrist. Power coiled around her, hot and sharp, but I squeezed harder, cutting off her breath.
Kaelith whistled softly. “Oh, that’s new. I like this version of you.”
Carlos’s eyes snapped fully open. For the first time in hours,
