Images flashed through Paul’s mind. He knew the wound he had received was mortal, but all he cared about was his beautiful, fragile mate. He was sure the look in her eyes would haunt him even in death.
He refused to believe she was lost to him. He cursed his distraction. When the band of black had begun cutting through Morian’s wrists and her screams of agony rose, all he could think about was doing whatever was necessary to stop Raffvin from hurting her anymore. The pain and terror in her eyes filled him with rage and the desire for revenge.
Creon’s sudden appearance gave Paul a glimmer of hope that between the two of them, they would be able to defeat Raffvin before he could escape. He had not expected Morian to plead for them to kill Raffvin, regardless of her safety. He had also not
