I don’t give a fuck about him or his corpse.
Elowyn. She’s still bound like a goddamn animal.
Her eyes have become hollow, and all she does is stare.
“Elowyn?”
Nothing. My heart sinks lower, beneath the floor. Straight to hell.
“Baby?”
She parts her lips, but no words come out. No tears roll down her cheeks.
“Elowyn,” I growl before putting the gun on the floor and stalking over to the chair.
I’m going to get my woman.
31
ELOWYN
“Elowyn.”
My name has never sounded like this.
Feral. Raw. Full of hurt.
Then again, I’ve never been this close to dying.
Bells still ring in my ears from the shot Duncan took at my brother.
Barclay’s blood, which carries the same genes as mine, slithers down my neck and into the collar of my shirt.
He’s dead, but it could’ve just as easily been me.
My brother held me so tight, struck me so hard. I could tell he wasn’t only after Duncan’s fortune and life.
He wanted both of us dead.
He almost made it. I almost lost the love of my life.
That terror is louder now that the danger is gone, now that I don’t have to focus on survival. Like my body lets itself ache.
But I’m going to be okay. I will, since he’s here. Duncan is coming to save me from myself.
My soulmate. My savage, dark knight. He prowls toward me, his eyes black onyx.
Ferocity bleeds from him, reminding me there’s more than hate and death in this room.
There’s love.
The never-ending, soul-scorching kind of love that bows down to no one and nothing.
Its intensity clogs my throat. It’s a vise around my lungs.
I can’t speak. Can hardly breathe.
Overwhelmed by the past few hours, all that’s left for me to do is stare.
