Chapter 10:
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Rafe carried me back to the penthouse.
I didn't fight him. I couldn't. My legs were shaking too hard, my hands were cold, and the mark on my neck was pulsing so fast it felt like a second heartbeat.
He didn't say anything.
Neither did I.
We just moved through the city—fast, silent, predatory—and by the time we reached the penthouse, the sun was rising.
Kael was waiting by the elevator.
His eyes found me—blood on my shirt, tears on my face, Rafe's jacket wrapped around my shoulders—and his jaw tightened.
"Report," he said.
Rafe gave it. Short. Clipped. Three of the Queen's men. Dead. Queen's message: She's coming.
Kael's face didn't change.
"Alaric's in the study," he said when Rafe finished. "He's been up all night. He'll want to see her."
"Not yet." Rafe's a
