CHAPTER 33
The silence that followed the explosion was worse than the sound. Lucian's weight was a crushing anchor against Isabella.
She could feel the hitch in his breathing, the way his body shuddered as the silver shards buried in his back burned through his supernatural hide.
Silver was poison to his kind, and he had just taken a thousand stabs for her. "Lucian," she gasped, her voice sounding like it was coming from underwater.
She tried to push against his chest to see the damage, but his arms remained locked around her, his fingers digging into the small of her back.
"Don't move," he rasped. His voice was a ragged shadow of itself. "The glass... it's still settling."
Lucian finally pulled back, and Isabella flinched at the sight of him. His face was a map of shallow cuts, but his back was a ruin of silver-glittering wounds.
