Rylee's scream pierced the air, her voice laced with desperation. "No, no, what are you doing?" she pleaded, her eyes wide with horror. "You've got it all wrong!" she yelled, yet again.
Gerald's face was ashen, his eyes bulging as Kieran's grip tightened around his neck. Life was seeping from his pores, his body slackening.
Kieran's gaze snapped to Rylee, his burning red eyes blazing with intensity. His irises seemed to pulse with an inner fire, illuminating the dark surroundings.
Rylee hastily tore away the scarf from her neck, revealing the mark that glowed like embers on her skin. The scar, shaped like a crescent moon, pulsed with a soft, crimson light. "He's not my mate," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
