Chapter 5

Mara’s POV

Blood slipped between Ronan’s fingers.

My claws were still out.

Maeve caught his arm and pulled his collar aside. Four cuts crossed his chest. She pressed a cloth over them.

He caught his breath.

I backed into the bed.

“Don’t come near me.”

Ronan looked up.

I knew that look would change. Gideon had needed less than this to decide I belonged in a cell.

Ronan pulled a chair in front of me.

“Your hand.”

I had curled my fingers inward. One claw had pierced my palm.

“I could do it again.”

“I know. Open your fingers.”