Chapter 56

Maeve’s POV

I stared into Marcello’s burning magenta eyes, feeling as though his gaze pierced straight into my soul. His lips moved in murmured chants, uttering words in a language I’d never heard. He chanted steadily, his velvety voice slipping into my ears, invading my thoughts, resonating through the depths of my being.

A sharp agony lanced through me. It felt as if a slender steel blade forced its way into the darkest cavern of my heart. Marcello’s hands tightened around my face, holding me fast, and he never broke his chant, never let his fiery stare waver.

Clutching the black stone in my palm, fresh pain erupted in my chest, synchronized with a searing heat low in my abdomen. It felt like something was fusing inside me, while my crystal-blue eyes remained locked on his. His voice and his magic consumed me entirely.

I writhed in torment, my fingers digging into Marcello’s shirt as if anchoring myself to life itself. Flashes of memory—Draven’s pack