The sound of Draven's knees hitting stone was a death knell. I tried to scream, but the dagger had stolen my voice along with everything else. All I could do was watch through the darkening haze as the most powerful being in the realm knelt before his oldest enemy. Kieran's laugh echoed off the dungeon walls, bright and broken and terrible. "Oh, Draven. You have no idea how long I've dreamed of this." "Let her go." Draven's voice was rubble. "You have me. You've always had me. Just let her live." "Have I?" Kieran's grip on the dagger loosened slightly, and I gasped as some of the pressure eased. But the damage was done. I could feel the wolf inside me whimpering, curled into a ball of frost and fear. "Because from where I'm standing, you've spent three hundred years running from me. Building walls. Taking lovers." His eyes flicked to me, and something violent twisted his features. "Her." "Kieran…." "Silence." The word cracked like a whip. "You don't get to speak. Not until
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