Chapter 17 The Edge Of Fire
- The battlefield was chaos.
- Growls. Screams. The scent of blood and burning wood filled the air as the rogues poured in from every side. I stood back-to-back with Ronan, my hands clenched into fists, fire building beneath my skin.
- “Stay with me,” Ronan growled, swiping his claws across a rogue’s throat.