PERSEFONE POV
A scream dragged me back again.
One second I was sinking somewhere warm and gold, wrapped in Eden’s exhaustion like a blanket made of sunlight and love, and the next something ripped through the night so violently it hooked into my bones and pulled.
I came up gasping inside my own body.
Which would have been more useful if my mouth had belonged to me.
It didn’t.
Because apparently my life had become a very exclusive horror experience where I got all the trauma of being present without any of the practical benefits, like moving my limbs, screaming at people, or punching whatever new monstrosity had decided to apply for a starring role in tonight’s disaster.
The first thing I felt was Aiden’s arm around us, holding me tight. His arms were rigid and his claws all out.
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