Kelvin’s POV
I woke with a sharp sting searing behind my eyelids, as if someone had driven slivers of glass beneath them. The infirmary’s antiseptic air clung to my throat, thick and suffocating.
Damn it.
Kael had beaten me to a pop this time.
That hybrid bastard was unnaturally fast. Stronger, too, with strength that only belonged in a demon frame. The bitter taste of failure rose like bile in my mouth, scraping raw against my pride. But the sharp, pulsing ache in my ribs reminded me I was lucky to still be breathing.
I haven't healed yet.
But I would be. And when I was, I’d make damn sure Kael paid for this.
Then the memory slammed into me.
I’d bit her.
The guilt was a living thing, gnawing at my bones. Her scream. The terror in her eyes. The way her pulse had fluttered like a c
