Ash’s POV
I swear the air in this room is cursed. It's so hard to even breathe. Every breath sounds like thunder in my chest.
Rowan hadn’t said a word since he pulled away from me. He dropped his jacket on the chair, unbuckled the sheath at his hip, and the sound of steel sliding free made me flinch. He wasn’t even looking at me—just tossing weapons onto the table one after another, blades catching the faint light like they were alive.
Then he turned.
“Still standing, pretty boy?”
His voice was lazy, but his eyes weren’t. They followed me the way wolves watch a rabbit that doesn’t realize it’s already been chosen.
To devour. I wasn't sure who would do the devouring though.
But I was pretty sure one of us will either end up as prey or predator.
“I’m deciding which corner to sleep in
