When I awoke, the air was heavy with moonlight and smoke. My wrists were burning. The air was filled with a cold, rhythmic, living pulse of dark energy.

Once more, Rhys was in front of me. I wasn't shackled by steel this time, though.

It was worse.

Black energy tentacles extended from the tiny silver mark gleaming on my wrist, encircling my arms. Every pulse matched his heartbeat.

"What have you done to me?" I growled.

He didn't look up right away. His ancient sigils were leaking ...