Avyanne's pov

The sound of breaking glass didn’t just echo through Killian’s wing. It crawled into my bones, cold and sharp, as though the shards had scattered inside my chest.

For a moment, everything was still. The curtains swayed, the wind hissed through the broken panes, and my heart pounded so violently I thought Killian could hear it.

Then he moved.

Fast. Too fast.

His arm swept me back against the wall, his body shielding mine as his other hand reached instinctively for the dagger ...