Chapter 22

• Reality crashed back into me like a pail of ice water, snapping the dark spell holding me frozen.
• I slammed my hands against Dante’s broad chest, channelling every ounce of frantic, Beta-born force into my arms. The sudden shove caught him off guard—he staggered back half a step, his shoes scraping sharply against the wood floor.
• "Get the fuck off me!" I gasped, my voice trembling violently as I backed away, my chest heaving for clean air.