RIVEN BLACKWOOD POV

I caught her before she hit the ground and then watched as the terror that had twisted her features slowly faded until her face held no emotion but calm, serene sleep.

Looking away from her, I glanced at the dead man just a few spaces away. I watched, noticing as his blood flowed with the water rushing over the pavement.

A primal rage erupted within me, hot and suffocating. My fists clenched, knuckles white, as I imagined the terror Hazel must have felt, running ...