Storm of Shadows (The Firestone Academy, #1)

by Hannah Haze

He looks like he could crush me with his bare hands.

“Who did this to you?” he asks.

“If anyone harms one hair on her head – if you so much as touch her belongings, look at her funny, mutter under your goddamn breath in her direction, I will sear the fucking flesh off your bones and scatter what’s left of you out there for the ravens to feast on.” I lower my arm and slowly the shadows retreat from the boy writhing on the floor and gasping for air, back into my body. Then I march right back up the line and reclaim my place beside my brothers. “That was fucking dramatic,” Dray mumbles. “It was fucking necessary,” I hiss. The girl is ours and no one touches her.

No one has ever looked at me like that before. With such raw longing, with such blazing heat, with such undeniable need.