PABLO POV
My neck.
The fucker hit my neck.
Too close to the jugular—but not enough to get it.
The burn was worse there.
Immediate.
Spreading fast.
I knew belladonna was already in my bloodstream by now, seeping in with every pulse, every heartbeat pushing it deeper—but I didn’t care.
If I was going down, he was coming with me.
So I bit down, driving my jaws in deeper when he tried to twist away, feeling the resistance of muscle give under pressure, the slick slide of blood coating my teeth as he thrashed under me, claws raking blindly at whatever they could reach, and I held on anyway, shaking once, hard enough to tear more than I needed to, because if I was going down I wasn’t doing it clean, I wasn’t doing it fast, I was making sure he remembered me in whatever hell he crawled i
