“Do you ever stop running, Raine?”

Killian’s voice slid through the dark like smoke low, deliberate, carrying that edge of cruel amusement he used whenever he wanted to make me stop breathing. The kind of tone that said he already knew the answer.

I didn’t turn. The night was too heavy, the forest too still. Moonlight licked across the ash trees, painting the clearing in a dim silver glow. My boots were wet from the dew, my palms still trembling from the fight I’d barely ...