Chapter 75

Carina ripped through the shields, her Ishaan needed the Heart. She’d seen Sorakov spear him, seen him trying to fake being well the entire trip down, had seen the back of his shirt slowly soak with blood as they traveled. She ripped the doorway open and dashed through, cursing her unwieldy form. The house was draped in white, mourning for her, she realized. She pushed her hands against the wall and cried out for the Body, for the Heart, for her child and for her mate.

They came in a rush, Stefan and the Body and the rest of the Flight, but Carina only had eyes for the Heart. “My Ishaan, Sorakov speared him.” She ran back out, heart freezing when he saw him unmoving in a puddle of blood. “Help him, my Heart, my child needs her father.”

The Heart went to Ishaan and felt his neck. “He is still strong, my Soul. I will take him to be healed and he will come back to you.”