The flashbang wasn’t physical light. It was something older. It bleached the entire chamber white, erasing the shadows, the cold, and the ringing in my ears until there was absolutely nothing left in my skull but one single command.
Get up.
I couldn't see a damn thing. The light was searing right through my eyelids. My torn shoulder was screaming where Dorian’s teeth had ripped the muscle. But there was still stone under my paws, my claws were still out, and somewhere in that blinding white silence, someone was moving.
I didn't hear him. I smelled him.
Old blood. Sweat. And the nasty, chemical bite of whatever he’d just poured into that bowl.
Dorian.
I rolled left purely on instinct. His jaws snapped shut on the exact patch of stone where my throat had been a millisecond ago, sending
