We were the only ones in the room who knew where Brax’s mind had gone. To that night he had been made to turn.
I swallowed and grabbed his hand. “Brax. You’re safe, you’re okay,” I breathed, and his wild eyes turned to mine.
I leaned in and kissed him, the poison slowly retreating as I fought it back with my shield and Cain used his own magic on it.
The pack members held Brax down but loosened their hold a little so he could touch me. His fingers stroked down my cheek, down to my stomach, and he held his palm there, keeping it there as his head fell back.
“Spitfire,” he breathed, and I nodded, eyeing Cain’s movements. He was wobbling a little on top of Brax, the glow in his hands dulling before his eyes fluttered dangerously.
“Cain?” I asked, and he turned to me, his eyes droopin
