"Take my hand!"
Drake shouted, one arm reaching toward me as he leaned down from his horse.
Just like that day in the slums, when he turned around and pulled me out of a crowd of wolves in human skin.
In this moment, it didn't matter who reached for me. As long as someone did, I would grab on without hesitation.
I ran toward him, raised my hand. The moment he caught it, I jumped, using the momentum of his pull to hoist myself up behind him.
Without waiting for him to speak, I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist.
The black stallion tore through the quiet night like a gust of wind, leaving behind a trail of blood and bodies in its wake.
Drake steered the horse into a dark alleyway, dodging patrols.
I glanced up at the affections points floating above his head, wondering why he remained unaffected by Aurora's "Sweet Whisper," even though he was one of the male leads.
What protected him?
I didn't want to ask. I wasn't ready to face the possibility I already suspected.
