Chapter 77
- Ryder’s POV
- The tension in the air crackled like electricity as I faced Morgan, his malevolence palpable and infectiously threatening. Still crouched over the king, Abbie was a mixture of shock and panic, her wide, terrified eyes flickering between Morgan and me as though we were two storms about to collide.
- “Why did you let her go?” I demanded, stepping forward, my heart pounding as adrenaline surged. “What if she—”