ログインJAXI didn't move for a long second. I couldn't. My heart was slamming against my ribs, and the air in my lungs felt like it had been replaced by smoke. I’ve been in a hundred battles. I’ve seen men torn apart by teeth . I’ve looked into the eyes of death so many times I know the color of its iris.But I’ve never been as afraid as I was when that shadow-thing turned its white pits toward her."Raven," I rasped.My voice sounded foreign to me—cracked and raw. I pushed myself up from the stone wall, the pain in my chest a dull roar. The impact had probably cracked a couple of ribs, but I didn't give a damn. I crawled toward her, my boots sliding on the damp, cold floor of the mine.She was on her knees, her small frame trembling so hard I could hear her teeth chattering. The orange glow of her magic had faded, but the silver marks on her wrists were still pulsing with a faint, dying light. She looked fragile. She looked like a piece of glass that had survived a hammer blow but was cover
JAXI didn't move for a long second. I couldn't. My heart was slamming against my ribs, and the air in my lungs felt like it had been replaced by smoke. I’ve been in a hundred battles. I’ve seen men torn apart by teeth . I’ve looked into the eyes of death so many times I know the color of its iris.But I’ve never been as afraid as I was when that shadow-thing turned its white pits toward her."Raven," I rasped.My voice sounded foreign to me—cracked and raw. I pushed myself up from the stone wall, the pain in my chest a dull roar. The impact had probably cracked a couple of ribs, but I didn't give a damn. I crawled toward her, my boots sliding on the damp, cold floor of the mine.She was on her knees, her small frame trembling so hard I could hear her teeth chattering. The orange glow of her magic had faded, but the silver marks on her wrists were still pulsing with a faint, dying light. She looked fragile. She looked like a piece of glass that had survived a hammer blow but was cover
RAVENThe sun was barely up, but Jax was already sweating.I found him at the north perimeter, where the forest pushed hard against the compound’s stone walls. He was stripped to his waist, his back a map of old scars and fresh bruises from the battle in the library. He was swinging a heavy iron sledgehammer, driving thick silver-plated stakes into the ground.Clang. Clang. Clang.It was the heartbeat of a man who didn't know how to rest unless his hands were busy.Jax didn't look up when I approached, but his shoulders shifted. He knew it was me. He knew my scent, the sound of my boots, and the specific rhythm of my breathing. That was the thing about Jax; he didn't need to see you to protect you. He just felt the space you occupied in his world."You’re up early," he said but didn't stop swinging."The room was too quiet," I said, leaning against a nearby cedar tree. "Dominic is still asleep. Cole is probably snoring loud enough to shake the barracks. And Merek... well, Merek is be
RAVENDominic had left an hour ago to oversee the reinforcements of the north gate. He hadn’t wanted to go, but I’d practically pushed him out the door. The man was full of protective energy, and if he stayed in this room any longer, he was going to start pacing holes in the floorboards.I sat by the window, my fingers tracing the marks on my wrist. They didn't feel like skin anymore. Every time the sunlight hit them, they shimmered.I was staring at a patch of dead grass in the courtyard when a sudden thwack hit the glass.I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. For a split second, I expected to see a shadow-walker or a splatter of black ink.Instead, I saw a pinecone.It was wedged into the corner of the window frame. A second later, another one flew up from below, bouncing off the glass with a cheerful ping.I pushed the window open and leaned out.Cole was standing in the dirt three stories down. He wasn't wearing a shirt—he rarely did when the sun was out and his golden-brown
RAVENThe first thing I felt was the feeling of the cool breeze but it wasn’t as cold as it used to be as.I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to. I wanted to stay in the dreamless dark where my father was still just a memory in a photograph and my neck didn't feel like it was made of injury.But then I smelled it.It wasn't the smell of rot or the black ink. It was the smell of woodsmoke, coffee, and the clean scent of tropicals. And under all of that, the smell that meant I was safe.Dominic.I felt a hand on my forehead. It was warm and rough, the skin calloused. He moved his thumb in a slow circle against my temple."I know you're awake, Raven," he whispered.His voice was a low rumble that I felt in my chest more than I heard with my ears. I finally opened my eyes.The room was bright. Too bright. The morning sun was hitting the white walls of our quarters, making everything look brighter and painful. I squinted, and the hand on my forehead moved down to shield my eyes.Domin
RAVENFor a heartbeat, all the air was sucked out of the library, leaving my lungs screaming for oxygen. Then came the light—a blinding, white that didn't just hurt my eyes, it felt like it was trying to scrub my soul clean.Then, the world came back with a thud.I hit the floor hard. The shadow-chains that had been biting into my skin didn't just snap; they disintegrated into nothing. I lay there for a second, my cheek pressed against the cold, grit-covered rug. My ears were ringing with a high whine that drowned out everything else.Breathe, I told myself. Just breathe.I tasted blood and dust. The air was thick with the scent of something burnt sweet—like honey left to burn on a stove.A hand touched my shoulder. I flinched, my magic sparking weakly at my fingertips, but the touch was warm. It was solid. It felt like home."Raven."Dominic’s voice was a rough whisper, barely audible over the ringing in my ears. He pulled me up into his lap, his arms wrapping around me with a de
JAX "Stay low, stay quiet, and for the love of the moon, let me do the talking." I adjusted the leather collar of my vest as Raven and I stood on the edge of a gravel parking lot. We were twenty miles out of town at a place called The Rusty Fang. It was a neutral bar—a hole-in-the-wall where r
MEREK Power has a price. I have known this for a long time. When you pull energy from the spirit world, it feels like drinking fire. It makes you feel strong, but it burns the throat. For the last three days, I have been pushing my limits. I was using my mind to keep a shield around the compound.
RAVEN Calculus was going to be the death of me. I sat in the back of the classroom, staring at the symbols on the board. They looked like ancient runes, but they were somehow less logical. My head was pounding. Between the training sessions with Merek, the scouting missions with Jax, and the emoti
JAX "Again." My voice was flat, echoing through the empty training gym. Raven was on one knee, panting. Her hair was damp with sweat, and her knuckles were red from the striking pads I was holding. We had been at it for three hours. The sun had gone down long ago, and the only sound in the gym wa