Zarek’s POV
“Zarek!” Zara’s voice cracked like lightning as she pulled me against her, lowering us to the ground. Her hands pressed against my side, trembling, sticky with my blood. The smell was thick, coppery, and suffocating.
“Still breathing,” I muttered, forcing my lips into a smirk even though every word clawed at my chest. “Don’t write me off just yet.”
Her eyes blazed with fury and fear. I’d seen them burn before, but never like this. Never with tears trembling in the corners, threatening to spill. She shook her head. “You i***t. You absolute idiot.”
Behind us, chaos reigned. Jace’s wolf growl tore through the courtyard as he ripped one of the enforcers apart, blood spraying across shattered tiles. Another charged him, blade raised high, but Jace caught it mid-swing and snapped
