Chapter 50: The shadow’s Claim

But beyond the pain and beyond the sound of Ethan's frantic voice and the warmth of his arms that was enfolding me, there was something else.

Rage.

Not mine.

His.

I lifted my head, vision blurry, and found his eyes.

The silver-eyed man.

He was not calm. He was not controlled. He was raging.

"You chose them." His voice hovered above a whisper, but the power behind it caused the air to shudder. "You chose weakness over what you could have been."

I tried to speak, but the pain stole my breath.

His silver eyes flashed into me, seething with something treacherously close to betrayal. "Do you know what you've done?"

A half-strength gurgle of laughter rose in my throat "Yeah" I croaked "I stopped being your puppet"

His face faltered temporarily before resolving into a mask of frozen fury.