Elena’s Point Of View

His threat hangs in the air like a noose, tightening around my neck with every second that passes. "And just let even a scratch be found on my siblings." My fingers dig into his chest, my nails biting through the fabric of his shirt, my voice a growl, raw and uncontrolled. "And I’ll kill you with my bare hands, Graham."

I can’t believe he’d stoop this low. He knows… he knows, the fear that lives inside me, the trauma that clings to my skin like a second shadow. ...