Sienna's POV
The moon lit my way as I ran through the forest, my heart beating in my chest. Caius's last words echoed in my mind. "Even if that cost was Sienna's life. Or her love."
I'd heard everything while hiding in the dark of his house. The Vampire Prince wasn't just using me he wanted to take my power, my blood. The truth burned worse than any fire I could summon.
The smell of blood hit me first. Then smoke. I slowed my pace as I reached a small area, where a dozen bodies lay scattered on the ground. Midnight Syndicate killers, their black outfits now stained with darker patches.
And in the middle of this chaos stood a man I'd recognize anywhere.
"Ronan," I whispered.
He turned, silver eyes catching the moonlight. Blood splattered his face and clothes, but he was alive. The Phantom Wolf my phantom.
"You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough. "It's not safe."
I stepped over a fallen attacker. "Nowhere is safe anymore."
