Chapter 17: Not a Curse, But a Vow

Marcus’s attack was a blur of silver and fury. He was fast, unnaturally so, his movements fueled by a hatred that was almost tangible. The silver dagger in his hand was a blur, seeking Kael’s heart, his throat, any vulnerable spot. But Kael and Luna were no longer two individuals fighting a common enemy. They were a single entity. The bond between them, forged in pain, stabilized by sacrifice, now sang with a perfect, deadly harmony. Kael didn’t need to see the attacks coming from his...