Chapter 16
“If you are still here with me, if in this darkness there is still some place where your spirit resonates on the shallow soundwaves stirred up by my voice: hear me; help me.”
—Rainer Maria Rilke
Pain radiated from Grigori’s stomach as he hunched over. His hands clawed into the dirt as he tried to swallow his dragon’s roar in his throat. He raised his head, staring at Drakor. Madelyn lay on the ground, unmoving. Oh gods, not his mate . . .
“No!” He started to shift, letting the beast take over.
Drakor scrambled to pick up the g*n and fired at Grigori a second time. Grigori dodged but he wasn’t fast enough, the bullet struck his shoulder and he fell back, panting and grunting with the vicious impact of the bullet. His vison cartwheeled as he tried to right himself. A shadow f
