MARKED BY THE ALPHA I WAS TOLD TO FEAR
He steps back twice, and his hand comes up between us, and the look on his face is something I will keep for the rest of my life, because it isn’t anger.
It’s terror.
“That’s not possible,” he says.
I can’t answer. My jaw is locked, my whole body humming like a struck wire, and the heat is already sinking, already going out, leaving me shaking and hollow and more frightened than he is.
“It held,” Garrick says, and he isn’t talking to me. “It held for six years. It was done properly. She watched them do it. It held.”
“Garrick.”