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.