Preface

PREFACE

Cold dread settled in my core.

Ethan released a groan, his expression twisting into one of pain, and my world spun on its axis. His body stiffened as though invisible strings pulled him into an unnatural posture, and I knew exactly what had happened.

Lucius was reaching into his mind, taking control.

When Ethan's hands cradled his head, the confusion and agony on his face became heartbreaking. What Lucius was doing to him was a sinister violation, one I'd heard described by Daxton in detail how horrible it felt. But seeing it in action, seeing Ethan waging a battle he had no understanding of, ignited something fierce within me.

My panther rushed forward, a surge of protectiveness pulsing through her. I couldn't—no, I wouldn't—stand by and watch while Ethan suffered and lost himself to Lucius's control because of me. My panther roared fiercely in an echo of agreement, demanding action, demanding that we save him.

That was all that mattered.

As the amulet came off, a chilling sense of vulnerability washed over me. I was exposed and defenseless against Lucius's ability, but there was no time for second thoughts, no time for fear. I had to save Ethan.

I had to stop his pain.