But Bjorn didn’t care. As I peeked up over Isaac’s shoulder, it was pure death that I saw in Bjorn’s eyes, as if they’d gone entirely black.
He wanted to kill Isaac. And, dammit, Isaac was going to let him. For my sake.
With one last growl, Bjorn yanked Isaac away from my arms. I cried out, reaching for him, but Bjorn shoved me away as he dragged Isaac over to the railing. He held Isaac’s shirt in his hands as he pushed him up against the barrier, Isaac’s upper body suspended in midair.
“I should throw you down there,” Bjorn barked, giving Isaac a little shove further into the darkness. “No one will question it if they find your body broken at the bottom of this stupid library. They’ll assume you partied too hard and fell.”
“No!” I cried, rushing forward. I hammered my fist
