Even after everything I had survived, I had never seen something that twisted.
The moment Silas bit down and spat his own tongue onto the floor, a raw scream tore out of me before I could stop it. The metallic scent of blood rushed through the room, sharp and overwhelming. My instincts flared wildly inside my chest, half rage, half shock. It was so terrifying and gurusome.
Theo reacted first. He pulled me behind him with protective force, his body forming a wall. Julian stepped in front of us immediately, shielding me from the sight as if I were fragile.
But I am not fragile.
I pushed past Julian despite the tremor in my legs and stared at the blood pooling near my feet. Silas's body shook, yet his eyes still carried defiance.
