Finn

Scarlett wasn’t Scarlett anymore.

The thing standing before me wore her face, her body, but it wasn’t her. Not entirely.

The flickering flames licking at her fingertips, the eerie glow in her eyes; one a burning crimson, the other a blue so unnatural it sent chills through me, told me everything I needed to know.

Something else had taken her. Something old. Something dangerous. Something that needed to stay far away from my mate.

And I had no idea how to stop it.

I forced my feet ...