The Bone Witch tightened her grip on my neck, forcing me closer until I could feel the cold edge of her power sinking into my skin. She leaned near, her dead eyes gleaming. "What will it be, Lycan King?" she hissed. "Her life, or yours?"
The tension in the air was unbearable. It pressed down like a crushing weight, every heartbeat stretching longer, and heavier. No one dared move, or breathe.
I fought to scream, fought to tell him not to listen, I didn't need his life but my voice was gone. My mouth opened and closed like I was drowning in silence. My tears streamed hot down my face, my body trembling with regret.
This was all my fault. I had run straight into her trap. My rashness had brought us here, and now Damon was standing on the edge of sacrificing everything.
