AMARANTA POV
Something flashed under the moonlight.
Bones don’t flash.
But metal does.
A knife—sharp and completely out of place—and for a second my brain refused to understand what I was seeing, because that didn’t belong to them, that wasn’t part of the skeletons clawing out of the ground, it wasn’t rot or teeth or broken ribs.
A knife. Deliberately placed in the right path.
And then the skeleton drove it forward.
Straight into Garrett’s side.
Goddess—that sound.
I couldn’t hear the chaos of screams and bones anymore. I couldn’t hear the battle.
All I could hear was that wet, dull sound, reverberating in my soul.
Garrett’s body jerked.
Just a fraction. He didn’t hiss or scream, he didn’t say anything at all, and for a moment I felt relief—stupid, misplaced relief.
My mate w
