Natalie~
Griffin's weight in my arms was heavy but bearable. He clung to me like a man hanging onto the last thread of sanity, his trembling fingers fisting the back of my dress. My heart ached for him—for the brokenness in his eyes, for the part of me that still remembered what it felt like to be unwanted and alone.
Fox stood beside me, his body flickering with heat as his flames hissed and popped in the moonlight. "We need to get him out of here," he said quietly, but there was steel in his voice.
I nodded. My pulse was a thundering drum. "I've got him."
In the blink of an eye, I reached out with my power and teleported. One second we were standing in front of that rotting house of ghosts and nightmares—and the next, we were back inside Zane's estate. Safe. Home.
