Christina's POV
I could not breathe. It felt like all the trees were closing in on me, clawing at my throat and cutting off my air supply—or maybe that was fear. I was still trying to grasp my emotions when he turned, and I met his eyes.
Icy, calm, and unnervingly cold were the first things I noticed about him. They were filled with the same fury ignited when he'd faced Xavier, threatening to rip him apart. And he had been so close to doing just that.
For a moment, all I could think about was the man who had ordered my death. The same man who now stood before me as my so-called savior. Was this who he was? A violent, unpredictable force of nature, capable of turning that rage on anyone, including me?
I had seen him heartless before. I had seen him cold and detached, but I had never see
