"I don't know what else to say. That is all there is to it," August's eyes went wide with the aggressive insistence of Penelope's, but she could hardly blame her.
If it were August watching Graeme fighting the vampire, she probably wouldn't be able to stop herself from launching right into the middle of it to try to help him. But she had to hand it to Zagan—he knew how to fight, and he was definitely holding his own against the terrifying contortionist whose arms or legs would suddenly elongate while his face spread into an abnormally large, toothy grin.
While August's intention for building the growing cage within the Veiled was to protect them all from the volatile, murderous presence of the intruder, the intention Penelope found alighting in her mind was for her to protect the mate who had never had a chance to truly live.
"What if Zagan gets caught in the cage with him?" Penelope muttered, feeling the terror of this situation growing.
