Luca stood at the edge, staring into the forest where Bella had disappeared. His hand still tingled where he'd touched her, the memory of her trembling against him sharp in his mind.
The stranger's words, Moonblood. Awaken. One shall guard, one shall betray, one shall bleed, kept looping in his head, making his chest tight. He clenched his fists, trying to shake it off.
Behind him, Killian paced, his boots kicking up dirt. "We can't just stand here," he snapped, his voice loud in the stillness. "That creep's prophecy is messing with my head. We need to move."
Cassian, leaning against a tree, didn't look up from the knife he was flipping in his hand. "Move where, Killian? Straight into Maren's trap? You saw what happened. That guy wasn't supposed to show up. We sealed the clearing before the ritual started."
"Sealed, my ass," Killian shot back. "He waltzed right in, dropped a prophecy, and touched her. Touched her. We screwed up, Cassian."
