Chapter 543

• A twig cracks beneath my bare foot, and Kian shoves away from the tree, whirling on me with both fists clenched.
• He looks wild. Almost as wild as Frost looked in the throes of his vicious attack. Fear snakes up my spine, but I straighten my shoulders and stare him down, waiting for him to get ahold of himself. Frost had a reason to be feral, since he’s so full of shadow magic that it’s nearly bursting out of him. Kian doesn’t.
• After a moment, his fingers uncurl and his shoulders slump forward.