Chapter 13 Bram
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I felt Maeve’s scream in my bones.
“Where is it coming from?” I asked Poe.
There was no discussion about whether it was Maeve. Remy and Poe felt it in their bones too. I saw it in their eyes.
“This way.” Poe was already running.
I fell in next to him, Remy just behind us. It took me a second to recognize the feeling spreading through my chest, tightening around my heart like a snake.
I was afraid. Afraid something would happen to Maeve.
“Who the fuck…?” Remy said as we ran.
“The Hawks?” Poe suggested.
“The Hawks aren’t stupid enough to fuck with her after I marked her.” Marking Maeve in the holding room had been selfish: I’d wanted to tear the place apart at the thought of anyone else touching her.
But it hadn’t just been selfish.
My mark in the Hunt was ironclad. It meant safety for Maeve in the tunnels.
It meant protection.
Now I would do anything to find her: turn the place upside down, burn it to the ground, bleed the fucking shadows.
“So who?” Remy asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “But when I find them, they’re as good as dead.”