Threat.
The sensation was so overwhelming, so intense that I could feel it as bile in the back of my throat, an incredible pressure at my temples, a knife through my stomach. I let go of my mental hold on River, because I needed every ounce of control I had to keep myself from springing forward and tackling this thing in front of me to the ground.
She shouldn’t have been able to make me feel this way. I shouldn’t have taken her words at face value, but it was all too easy to believe that when she took aim, she really didn’t miss—that she couldn’t, that the rest of her so-called family was just as unnatural, just as deadly.
Threat. Threat. Threat.
Predatory grin still in place, Selena took another step backward, her hands held out to the sides, like she was dancing.
Like she was second
