CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
ROXANNE
My gut twisted and my heart raced as I reluctantly turned around to be met head on with Ryker. His demeanor was as frigid as the winter wind and his voice sliced through the air like a blade. His red eyes burned— like they did when he was furious.
“What do you think you're doing?” He demanded, his tone laced with fury.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to comprehend his question. What did he mean? Was it about the blood staining my clothes, or the tree that was ablaze behind me? “I'm soaked in blood,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “Can't you see? Look— the tree—it's burning, but the birds…”
“Stop it!” Ryker snapped, his voice cutting through mine like a whip as the murmurs swirled around us.
The whispers once distant, now roared in my ears. My
