ZURI

Adrian was standing down the hall, fire in his eyes, fists clenched like he’d been holding himself back from ripping through walls to get here.

Thorne turned slowly, still gripping my arm. “Excuse me?”

“Let. Her. Go.” Adrian’s voice was a command, rougher than I’d ever heard it. The bond between us pulsed, his anger spilling through me, feeding my own trembling courage.

Thorne’s brows rose, surprise flickering across his face. “You dare raise ...