The door didn’t so much open as detonate.

Killian hit it shoulder-first, splinters scattering across the cabin floor.

“Raine!”

The word cracked through the night.

I was on my knees, one hand braced against the floorboards that smoked beneath my palm. The mark on my chest flared through my thin shirt, too bright, too alive.

He crossed the room in two strides and dropped beside me, the heat of him cutting through the freezing air that poured in from outside. His hand clamped around my ...