In a fraction of a second, Jon was no longer down the hallway, abruptly disappearing from Mr. Frashëri and his three advisors’ side. Rematerializing within a blink of an eye behind Ari, she felt his presence immediately, her head jerking up, peering over her shoulder at him. But he was not looking at her; his eyes were transfixed on the gushing bloody bite on Adrian’s neck.
“What did you do, Ariana?” the tortured disappointment in his voice cut into her. Grabbing her arm, he yanked her up to her feet, Adrian dropping hard to the ground, groaning on impact. She had tried to wrench free of her father, tried to go back to the Lycan as he struggled to move to his side and push himself up with shaking arms. But he was still wobbling, still weak, having just barely regained consciousnes
