*Lena*
I didn't have to open my eyes to know who they'd laid in front of me on the other side of the bars. An electric pulse echoed through my body, lighting all my senses on fire in a single breath.
I'd been here for a week, at least, based on the number of times I'd been fed–a week spent praying Xander wouldn't come here… that he wouldn't be taken here.
But as I fixed my pale gray eyes on the bloodied form of the man who was facing me with his cheek pressed painfully against the stone floor, my heart sank into my stomach just as a warm, shadowed embrace wrapped itself around me, guarding me–protecting me.
All I could see were his eyes, black and flaked with amber as they reflected the dim lantern light. Blood… so much blood–it slid down his forehead in a steady stream.
I heard a
