Steele's POV
No matter how valiantly I fought to free her from the clutches of her father or his men, nothing succeeded against the silver rods pinning me to the terrain beneath my weight. Even as I clawed and bucked, swallowing any granted breath between attempts to drown me, my only understanding was that they had gotten the upper hand. But even if it was my last act with a heartbeat, she wouldn’t die for my life, but I would gladly die for hers.
“You want her to live, mutt? You stop making this so f*****g difficult.” Her father spat before injecting pure silver into my neck. The heat of its bite was unmistakable and it was enough to share her unconsciousness.
I awoke sometime later to the prick of pure silver nails keeping me in place via my wrists as I was set over hot coals that
