Kane’s POV

I feel it before I see it.

Her fear hits me like a scent carried on a knife-sharp wind—cold, metallic, wrong.

I’m halfway across the hall, still watching Killian and Kieran circle each other like lunatic wolves, when something in my chest snaps tight. My entire body goes still. The bond—whatever strange, half-formed thing exists between Scarlett and me—thrums violently.

Danger.

Her danger.

I don’t think. I move.

One second I’m in the crowd; the next I’m shoving ...