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More sadness.

Volik hasn’t slowed our heart.

Volik’s heart is racing too.

My mate… He’s panicking.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to calm my pulse.

I try so hard.

But I can’t.

I can’t help Volik.

A rough hand grips my wrist.

I try to twist my hand free.

My vision is wavering.

My chest is screaming.

The man pulls my hand up and back over my shoulder.

Then Morell licks the blood off my palm.

I try to yell.

Try to pull my hand away.

The feeling of his tongue on my skin makes my stomach roil.

I ball my other hand into a fist and swing up.

My captor pulls his head back, avoiding the hit. But he releases my wrist.

“P-put her down!” a woman calls out.

Please.

Please listen.

“No,” Morell growls. “I think I’ll keep her.”

Then he jumps forward.

Through a closed window.

Chapter 108

Volik

Iland in front of Dread’s cabin in a crouch, the earth forming a crater around me.

“Druid!” The grass singes under my feet as I stride to his door.

My heat boils near the surface.