SONYA'S POV
Everything inside me screams. The curse fragments pulse violently, responding to my terror and rage. I can feel them pushing against the bounds of the mate bond, trying to break free.
But then I see a blur of movement from behind Melvanie.
Phoebe emerges from the shadows, swinging a length of rusty pipe she must have grabbed from the hallway. Her face is set in grim determination, fear making her movements jerky but no less committed.
"How about neither, b***h!" she shouts.
The pipe connects with Melvanie's skull with a wet crack.
Melvanie pitches forward, the knife clattering from her hand.
The spell holding me shatters like glass.
I'm moving before I consciously decide to, dropping to my knees beside Reign and pressing both hands against the gaping wound on his chest
