~Nyra

I could not believe what had just happened. My hands still trembled from the aftermath.

Rylan held me, his warm hands clutching protectively around my waist as we stayed curled on the bed. Yet, I couldn't feel the comfort he so desperately wanted to bring to me.

How could I? How could I wash out the images of what had happened— images of what Sylver had become?

When he told me to get into the cold water of the bathtub, I knew he was losing his mind but I never thought it could ...