Philli

scream from a five-year-old grave. The sound sliced through the cold

eliers, the horrified faces of the guests-they all vanish

ul, I scrambled to my feet. I grabbed the nearest shard of gl

ean line across her forearm. The phone clattere

ookers, who had been inching closer like

with shock, staring at the blood welling from her arm as if it were a foreign substance. The sight of her pain b

of my own heart. No one moved. No one dared to even breathe too loudly. They were all

e that night, they we

nces, their professional training failing them in the face of such raw, unpredictable fury. They kn

rling in a sneer. They weren't a threa

t was Fi

rds the private lounge where I knew he had taken Cassondra. The sounds

slightly ajar. I could he

s saying, his voice tight with controll

impered. "She's crazier than before. Did you s

my ear t

oice trembled. "If you hadn't stopped her, she would have blinded me. Or wors

voice was a low, chilling murmur, meant only for her but loud enough for me to hear. "She's a broke

re. So much fight. Especially when it came to that stupid h

light. He had tried to kiss me, to touch me. Comet had sensed my fear. My beautiful, brave horse had

han just my obedience. He had wanted to own me, body and soul. He had wanted to put his child inside me, to chain me to him forever. Comet had save

d. My phone vibrated in my clutch

er the ignore button

at happened. Stay right there. I'm coming." His v

sounding foreign and broken. "He's

ng, Blair. Wait

was a physical thing, a beast

tear escaping and tracing a path through

ed th

t. Then, with a scream that held five years of pai

t the wall with a

a spun around, their fa

had taken from him still in my hand. He tried t

ll blade deep i

sharp, guttura

knife, my eyes

e inches from his, "is fo