Raine tried to double back to help Merrick when the latter bent down to drag the two guards into the cell, but after he hissed, “They’re. Mine,” in the lowest voice Lessia had ever heard him speak, Raine backed up, his hands in the air. Merrick’s eyes landed on hers as he began to shut the door—keeping himself on the side with the guards—and Lessia knew she should have been afraid of the look in his eyes, the one that told her exactly what he planned to do once the stone door slammed shut.
YOU KNOW WHAT HELL YEAH.
