The night sky split around them as Quinlan rocketed upward. His grip was firm, cradling the woman who bled heavily in his arms. Her raven hair whipped wildly, and her mesmerizing dark purple eyes burned with many emotions.
"Not going to use that trick of yours?" Quinlan asked with a calm voice, despite their breakneck ascent. "That… self-poison method. The one that stitched your wounds back together last time."
Black Fang's expression remained unmoving. She offered no venomous retort, no immediate snap. Just silence as she glared at the horizon.
Quinlan raised an eyebrow. "Lady Black Fang, you're not seriously angry with me for dragging you out of there, right? You have all my respect, and I have a feeling you might be the strongest out of the 'three strongest human women,' but unless you have some major trump cards up your sleeve, you would've been killed."
