The former Luna’s gaze started to haze.
No.
Not yet.
I shoved my hand into her chest.
Ribs fought me.
They lost.
Bone cracked beneath my fist, sharp pieces scraping over my knuckles as I forced my way through flesh and heat and the frantic last movement of a body trying to keep its secrets locked inside. Her eyes blew wide again, a soundless scream stretching her blood-slick mouth as my fingers closed around the wild, slippery beat of her heart.
There.
Still beating.
Fast.
Terrified.
Weak.
For one second, I held it inside her.
Let her feel my grip around the thing that had never once softened for my mate.
Then I tore it free.
The sound was thick and final, flesh ripping from flesh, vessels snapping like wet threads, and her whole body arched against the chains as if death ha
