“Moraine,” I gasped, my knees buckling with her weight, the shadow of Cayde’s body moving closer, his expression driving through me just as forcefully as the knife that had pierced my sister’s flesh. All I could do was stare at him in horrified shock. I blinked at the man I had offered my blackened heart to, a mask seeming to slip from his features as he looked at me with feral hatred, his desires lashing against me with the bloodthirsty need for death.
