Chapter 445

Emmeline stared up at his face, her heart threatening to burst through her chest and tears streaming unchecked down her temples.

His eyes continued flashing between colors so violently she felt dizzy watching them. Red, black, silver, molten gold... all churning together in a maddening blend.

Zavian’s jaw clenched so tight she heard teeth grind, lips pulled back in a grimace that was more animal than man.

His entire body convulsed with the effort of containing the ancient force devouring him from within. For one heartbreaking second, agony twisted his features. A glimpse of the real Zavian, drowning in torment before vanishing beneath the terrifying emptiness that made Emmeline’s soul shrivel.

“Zavian!” She cried his name like a prayer... in a desperate plea to whatever gods might be listening.

She clutched his shoulders, nails digging mercilessly into his flesh, anchors she prayed might hold him to this world. Still, nothing. Not even a flicker. It was