A plethora of screams bang against my eardrums. I let the spine fall from my hand at his side. I move on to the next one. This one’s farther away, nearly at the edge of the market, and by the time I see him the shift is almost complete. It would be a mess if they shifted completely. The weight of
Zen and I stare at each other, stunned. What’s he doing here? Is the only dumb thought in my mind when I already know what he’s doing. He’s doing his job. He’s hunting the Lycans. But the fresh corpse lying between us is not a lycan. Was he about to shift? Can Zen tell? Can he even tell what I’m
“Three minutes.” Lukas says, though his hand tightens on the hilt of his sword Three minutes left until the twenty minutes Zen asked for are over, I realize with a jolt, my anxious eyes snapping back to the man in question. The beast prowls in front of him, the thrum of its growl in the air. In the
The hotel Lukas booked for the soldiers and us to stay in isn’t as grand as I expected. In fact, it’s a homely little place. My room is separate from Zen’s, a small space with a little bed in one corner and a side table as the only other piece of furniture. I’m grateful that it at least has a bathr
“There was no casualty after all,” Lukas shrugs a shoulder, staring into his drink, an almost lost look on his face “The difference between two hundred causalities and zero is almost unreal. Before tonight, a single lycan would’ve taken hours to deal with.” He laughs, a little dazed “To think someo
On the second floor hallway of the hotel, my eyes drift to the room where Zen is supposed to be. My room is just at its side. I wonder if I knock on his door right now, would he be annoyed? He did ask not to be disturbed. The image of his bloodied arm flashes in my mind. Just a moment. I just want
“Lift your arm, please.” I say, and my voice comes out soft If we weren’t sitting so close to each other, I would’ve missed it. His shoulders tense up, the even breathing stilled into nothing. “You don’t have to do that, Dinah.” Zen finally says My brows furrow. Zen might be a warrior among warri
But he’s looking at me now, as if the answer might crush him, as if he’s bracing himself for it. I reach out to drape my arms over his shoulders gently, they hang down in front of his chest lightly. “Why? Because you did your job?” I ask quietly, hold his gaze “Or because you didn’t hesitate to do