Erik
With Avery’s small, battered body passed out in my arms and my adrenaline running unchecked through my body, I felt amped up after tearing that scum apart and roasting his corpse. The sight of him had been shocking up close, and the sight of his skeletal form gripping my mate had been terrifying. I hoped his soul was burning in the fiery pit of whatever hellish place Ezekiel had sent him to.
I tore my eyes away from his burning pile of ashes and assessed Avery with my gaze. Her cheek looked swollen and scraped, a blue bruise bloomed over her jaw, and dried blood caked the back of her skull. Rage pumped through me at the sight of every fresh injury. Her palms appeared burned and blistered, and her hair on one side was half-singed off.
“Is she okay?” Ezekiel strode over, grasping ano
