MAYA’S POV
Rage no longer felt like an emotion.
It was heat. Pressure. Breath.
Something feral and vicious clawing beneath my skin that wouldn’t ease until I tore Lucian’s throat out.
But before I did that, I would have answers.
I would drag him back to Sera and make her split his mind and lay his reasoning bare.
Why did he desert OTS, the refuge he forged, the trust he won, the people who relied on him, to serve as Catherine and Marcus’ puppet?
“Sorry,” he whispered from his spot on the ground.
I snarled just as Nyra and Logan lunged for him—
The shockwave hurled us backward, tilting the world all over again. Before I regained my bearings, Lucian had vanished deeper into the forest after Jack.
Ignoring the pain and pressure, Nyra bolted after him with a savagery that drowned out all my instincts.
She crossed barely ten feet before the ground changed beneath us.
The forest seemed to inhale.
