She went rigid.
I felt it before I saw it—the shift in her breathing, the way her entire body tensed like a bowstring drawn too tight. Her heartbeat faltered, then pounded wildly, out of sync with the terror of our situation.
No. Not terror.
Something else.
Vic’s lips parted, her eyes going wide, glassy. Her entire frame shook, but she didn’t move. Couldn’t move.
And then I *knew*.
Her mate.
My own breath caught.
I f*****g knew it!
Luka.
The same guy who had brought our food, who had moved with careful precision, his eyes always downcast, never lingering too long. A complicit servant of the Dark Witch? Or a victim, just like us?
Right now, it didn’t matter.
Because Vic was completely frozen, trapped in the force of the bond, her wolf slamming into her with
