Chapter 168

Zarek's POV

"Zarek," he drawled, his voice carrying that maddening lilt of satisfaction, "if that girl had taken one wound deeper, how would you live with yourself?"

The words cut through me sharper than any blade. My muscles seized. Elara's face flashed in my mind—her blood spilling across my hands, the way she threw herself in front of me tonight, snarling against the Rogues like a wolf with not