Chapter 496

• Kian
• The imageof Amora naked and furious with another man’s hands on her skin makes me want to rip eyes from sockets. All of them. Every man standing around the circle watching as Quinton’s guards haul her away deserves to lose eyes, ears, dicks, everything, and my furious need to be the one to do it scares the fuck out of me.
• Instead, I stand still, powerless to help her, careful to keep my expression empty. My whole body is tense as I watch the whiteout on the horizon where her struggling form disappears little by little, until she’s swallowed by the snow.