I’m losing my mind completely, teetering on the edge of every restraint I’ve ever known.
From the balcony, I watch Sienna tear through another training dummy like it’s nothing—every move sharp, calculated, and way too f*****g brutal for someone who’s supposed to be human.
It’s been three days. Three days since she shoved me into that infirmary cabinet, her eyes flickering gold and black, her voice sounding wrong—like something else was speaking through her. And now she’s below me, pretending indifference, as if the bond clawing at our hearts, searing and twisting and refusing to let go, means absolutely nothing.
Owen prowls beneath the surface of my awareness, coiling tight against my ribs. Mine. Claim her. Force her to stop fleeing.
I grip the stone railing until my knuckles ache and
