SIENNA’S POV

Luther’s claws retracted slowly, like he wanted me to see he was choosing to be gentle. Just a small of his claws was left as his fingers brushed against my skin instead — the same hand that had seconds ago looked sharp enough to draw blood now tracing through strands of my hair like silk.

My heart didn’t know whether to race or stop. Every nerve screamed to move, to fight, to run. But I didn’t. Because that’s when I saw it.

The glint of silver in his pocket.

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