"TAKE HER. Take the girl. Just give me the silence back. Make the burning stop."
Seryn paused, her eyes narrowing. She was a creature of the Third Circle—suspicion was her nature. But the sight of Grayson, his obsidian eyes wide and vacant, his body trembling with the strain of his hunger, was a lure she couldn't ignore. She wanted the Ashford heir broken, and here he was, offering her the girl on a silver platter.
"You'd trade her?" Seryn purred, stepping into the circle Lucson had carved.
"I'd trade the world," Grayson rasped, his voice a beautiful, ruined wreckage.
Seryn laughed and reached for Mailah's arm.
"Now!" Grayson's voice didn't just scream; it detonated.
He didn't retreat. He exploded forward with a brutality that left Mailah breathless. He slammed into Seryn, the sound of the impact echoing like thunder against the concrete. He pinned her to the pillar, his hands clamping around her wrists with bone-crushing force.
