VALENTINE
I stared at the phone in my hand like it had become something venomous.
A soul kiss. Through a phone line. With a boy I'd dismissed as weak not even a decade ago.
"You know what I want," Cian said again im that same patient tone that made it seem like he was talking to a child. "Will you give it?"
Wilhelm was watching me. His eyes were too wide, his face still pale from the backlash of the protective runes. Blood had dried on his upper lip. He looked young suddenly. Younger than he had any right to look.
I thought of Madeline. I thought of her body cold somewhere. Her eyes empty. The light in her eyes gone.
It felt impossible to consider that Cian was that dangerous. But I knew what Madeline hsd been forced to do to him...against him.. I also knew how bad the Donlon men raged.
There was no choice. There had never been a choice.
