When the Light Dies

Kaelen’s voice dropped, cold and clipped. “And if he touches her before then?”

Roth’s expression darkened. “Then we carve through that door before he finishes his breath. And I hand you the bastard—limbs optional.”

A gust of wind stirred through the trees.

Kaelen’s eyes burned. “No. I want him whole. I want him screaming.”

Roth grinned. “Now we’re speaking the same language.”