~Annalyn POV~
Lucas's brows furrowed, his voice dropping low. "What do you mean?"
"I am not in for tricks," I snapped, anger boiling in me. "It's best if all of you leave now!"
But Celix's lips curved into a smile that chilled me to my bones. "Not so fast..."
He strode toward my mother's corpse and my throat locked as I watched him kneel, his hand sank into her chest with a sickening crack and he pulled something out the heart I had return into her. My stomach lurched, because it hurt seeing that.
Fresh blood dripped onto the floor and the iron tang mixed with the dampness of rain, filling the air with unbearable heaviness. Celix's pupils shifted, glowing faintly as he lifted the heart closer to his face, he inhaled, slowly, deeply, like a predator savoring the scent of prey.
Then Lucas's voice followed, calm but pressing. "What smell does it have?"
