Quinlan let Iris's stubborn joy linger for a heartbeat longer before his gaze drifted. At the window, her silhouette still untouched by the chaos behind her, sat Black Fang. The woman remained as she had been, her back turned, legs dangling freely, shoulders relaxed as she watched the sun climb over the horizon. The world could have been burning behind her, and she would not have shifted an inch.
Iris blinked, then followed his line of sight. Her eyes widened in sudden horror when they landed on the still figure. She inhaled sharply as the realization hit.
Quinlan could feel her pulse quicken against him. She clung a fraction tighter, not out of affection this time but instinctive fear.
