Chapter 123

• Kieran's rage consumed him, heating his blood until it boiled as it pumped through his veins. This violent emotion gave his strength a savage edge. Ethan, on the other hand, had a different approach. He could breathe through his rage, using it to fuel his thoughts and strategies. Plans flitted through his mind at a rapid pace, many resembling football plays that marked where Mabel, the Tracker, and the two guards stood.
• Despite the sinking feeling that threatened to overtake me, I refused to give up. We were outnumbered, and I couldn’t use my magic with Mabel present. My combat training was rudimentary at best, but I hadn’t come this far by surrendering. With my mates at my side, failure was not an option.
• Mabel hadn’t become Maverick Billford’s personal assassin for her doll-like smile and charm. Like a poisonous flower, her beauty was a distraction before the kill. She sidestepped just as Kieran's teeth snapped down where her neck had been. Her eyes never left mine, her smile unwavering.