BRIANNA’S POV
Jonas hovered on top of me His scent was rancid, like spoiled meat and rot, and when I looked at hi,, I barely recognized him.
His skin was pale, almost gray. His eyes were now feral, wild. Empty of logic, but full of something far worse: desperation. His hair was almost completely gone. What remained clung to his scalp in angry patches, like he’d been yanking it out strand by strand.
“Jonas…” I said carefully, keeping my voice level as my heart beat faster. “What happened to you?”
He didn’t answer.
“She took everything,” he growled. “She left me with nothing. And you—you know where she is, don’t you?”
My throat tightened. “Seraphine?”
He bared his teeth. “Don’t say her name like that.”
“I don’t know where she is,” I said slowly. “None of us do.”
“You’re lying.”
“No
