Not nothing anymore.
“Persefone,” I said, and my voice almost broke on her name.
He did not let go of her.
Couldn’t.
Wouldn’t.
Silver rounds punched into the doorframe.
One hit the metal tray beside Perse and sent instruments skittering across the floor. And I snapped out of my trance.
Keres snarled against her neck, a low animal sound that vibrated through the table, but his fangs stayed buried in her skin.
Thane was already at the doorway, a wall of blood and broken chains and death, but even he could not block everything forever. A guard tried to fire past him. Thane caught the man by the throat and drove him back into the corridor so hard the wall cracked.
More footsteps.
Too many.
The corridor was filling.
And Keres could not stop marking her.
Thane could not leave the do
