Chapter 183
Dane
I didn’t think.
I just reached forward and grabbed her wrist—our mate’s wrist—and yanked her toward me. Not with tenderness. Not with awe or joy or even relief like I had imagined a thousand times in my dreams. No, this touch held no gentleness. It was laced with rage. With betrayal.
My hand clenched around her like a man on the edge of losing himself.
She gasped, her body jerking forward, the hood of her cloak falling completely now, exposing her pale face to all of us. Her head hung low, avoiding our eyes, her body trembling with shame, or fear, or both. But I didn’t care—not right now. Not after what we saw.
Cassian and Sylus stepped in beside me, both of them quiet but just as furious. Their expressions mirrored my own—tight jaws, sharp breaths, eyes filled with
