Jonas was still twitching, gasping like a fish pulled from water. The shadows in his chest weren’t letting up. They pulsed, twisting deeper, curling inside the wounds he’d once inflicted on her.
She took another step closer.
And knelt.
I didn’t expect that. None of us did.
Kat knelt in front of him, slow and fluid, like a priestess before a sacrificial altar. Her hand rose, fingers brushing along his jaw—not kindly. Reverently. The way you might touch a blade before driving it into flesh.
“You thought you killed me,” she whispered. “You thought that night in the snow was the end.”
Jonas trembled. His lips moved, forming soundless prayers to a goddess who had already chosen damnation.
“But the thing is…” She leaned in, close enough to kiss him, her lips hovering just over his. “You d
