LUCY
The alley falls into a graveyard silence at Cole's pronouncement.
My legs are outstretched before me on the dirty ground—the least of my worries—as I try to inhale deeply, rubbing my eyes fitfully. I cannot go to sleep. Not when my life is on the line. I have to be able to help if Tavric needs it.
My mind, a traitorous thing, snorts at me. Of what use can you possibly be in this state?
I press my lips tight, watching Tavric advance. He moves with a predatory grace that makes the space between him and Cole feel electrified. It is a face-off in the truest sense.
"Is that so?" Tavric cocks a brow. A faint, hysterical smile touches my lips before I'm even conscious of it; there is a quality to his confidence that lightens the crushing weight in my chest.
"Yes," Cole insists. He raises his hands, and right before my eyes, thick, serrated claws burst through his fingertips.
The fuck! I want to disappear into the brickwork. However, my body isn't cooperating.
