I glanced at Cain, opening my mouth to warn him about screwing us over and how I’d peel his damn ribcage apart if he even thought about hurting Rosa, when he shot forward in a burst of speed and collided with me. I hit the ground with an oomph, bringing up my fist to punch him, sure he was about to kill me. His fangs drove into my neck and I cursed, punching harder, thrashing and fighting and clawing, but he had me in his grasp. I was fucking done for. “Ros-!” I roared, but Cain’s hand slammed over my mouth to shut me up as he fed, drinking and groaning and delighting in my fucking death.
