Previous chapter:
Chapter 31: The Tether Wakes
Next chapter:
Chapter 33: The Wolf of Islan
PREVIEW
... ws, a cold silver that painted the stone floor in stripes. Thorne blinked slowly into it, head pounding, ribs sore. The bed beneath him groaned as he shifted, but the ache in his spine reminded him he wasn’t dead. Just bruised. Thoroughly.
He groaned, muttering a curse under his breath.
A shadow moved beside the bed. Seth. Arms folded, his expression unreadable, though the faint tension in his jaw suggested he’d been sitting there a while.
"Welcome back," Seth said coolly ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE


























