Tulip's complexion drained of all color as she watched the tendrils of darkness coil tighter around Yoel's body. Her heart hammered against her ribs while terror clawed at her throat. The sight of her mate trapped in those writhing shadows sent ice through her veins.
"Who are you?" The words barely escaped her lips as a whisper. Her gaze remained locked on Yoel, whose face was contorting with each passing second as the shadows constricted around him like serpents.
A cold chuckle echoed through the room. Gracie regarded her with amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Your concern should be elsewhere right now. You're testing my patience, and that's never wise. Give me Dalia's location, and your precious mate walks away unharmed."
