Ivy pov

I gasped.

The sound tore out of my chest before I could stop it. My Luna mark burned so sharply that my knees buckled, and I knew—without seeing, without being told—that something inside Rick was being torn apart.

“No,” I whispered, then screamed it louder. “No, stop!”

The ground beneath me resisted when I tried to move, but I forced my feet forward anyway. Pressure crushed down on my shoulders, my spine, my lungs. The Circle was holding me back.

I felt Rick’s presence ...