Chapter 163

• Dane
• This dark corridor of the Ironclaw Pack, its slickness of stone walls holding dampness with torchlight flickering to the rhythm of the heart pulse, looked like a tunnel shadowed. My boots hit the floor, each footfall a sound of drums in rage, Luisa gripping to my side, her lavender scent a fragile mooring in the storm of my guilt and fury.
• The corpse of that bloodied guard, his throat sliced by my hand and his knowledge of Luisa's parents silenced, burned fresh in my mind-ripening rotten guilt for the murder of her parents. Who could ever trust anyone now, not for her safety, with Kade's threats and Kiara's schemes frolicking like buzzards about?