KERES POV
Heavy footsteps and screeching sounds made me and Thane lock eyes.
They were here.
He gave one last glance to Perse, and let go of her hand, moving toward the door with Ferus pushing forward like goddamn hellhound
Thane stood in the doorway with broken chains hanging from his wrists, blood on his throat, and death sitting hungry and famished behind his eyes.
Another crash.
Footsteps.
Too many.
Aiden’s fingers were still on her pulse.
Mine were still wrapped around her cold hand.
Thane looked over his shoulder.
At her first.
Then at us.
“She did it for me,” he said.
“What?” I snapped.
His hand went to the mark at his collarbone.
The bite she had given him in the greenhouse.
The scar that had dragged him back from whatever dark place his soul had already started
