The only sound they produced in the square was their gruff, irregular, human breathing.

With no magic, Selene knelt on the rock, hatred even shining in her eyes. Michael was a few feet away, his claws half-shifted and his chest heaving. When I was no longer able to stop the battle, he used his strength to pin her down.

"Matilda, get down," he muttered.

Silver continued to flicker beneath my skin as my hands shook. "She's done."

He nodded but remained motionless. His gaze flicked to ...