Noah POV

I wake with a gasp, my eyes snapping open to see Zoe on the floor next to me and James standing nearby, and the memory of what I saw—what they were doing—crashes over me.

"James," I snarl, his name tearing from my throat with venom, and I try to surge to my feet but my legs won't cooperate, still weak from the fight, and I stumble before catching myself.

My body sways, unsteady, but the weakness does nothing to diminish the fury ...