KNOX
Just a second ago, she had acted as though she was possessed. But right now, she seemed to have returned to her default setting.
Broken Oleander. The woman whose pain I had contributed to.
Unable to hold it in any longer, I reached for the rope binding her left leg and gripped it tight, my teeth clenched as I tugged.
However, it wouldn't budge. The fucking magical spell on it made it impossible for someone like me, whose strength rivaled that of a hundred Alphas, to even yank it free.
I tried again, but nothing happened. So I gave up and climbed onto the bed instead, reaching for her.
Despite the awkward angle she was in, I managed to pull her into a position where I could wrap an arm around her, all while listening for Dante.
Oleander's body trembled against mine as another nerve‑wracking sob shook her. I groaned as Varg stirred within me, the familiar sensation burning low in my groin.
