Darien
The voice cut through the warmth. Different. Colder. The face in front of me flickered violently, Leah's features sliding sideways like wet paint, revealing what lay beneath. Sharp cheekbones. Violet eyes. Dark hair that was too straight, too severe. A mouth that curved in a smile that held no warmth at all.
Rayanna leaned close. Her face filled my vision, blocking the candlelight, blocking the illusion, blocking everything except the reality of the woman who had murdered my mate and stolen me from the floor where she’d died.
“Leah!” The name ripped from my throat with a force that surprised us both. My body lurched against the chains, muscles straining, the iron links groaning under the sudden violence of my movement. The fog retreated for one brilliant, agonizing second, and I
