Claim the Dark (Blackwell Butchers #3)

Chapter 17 Maeve

MAEVE

I shook so hard I thought I was dying.

And then…

The interior of a car.

A castle on fire, surrounded by snowy fields, growing smaller through the car’s rear window.

Murmured voices, the rhythm of the car, the interior hushed.

Bram’s arms around me, carrying me over asphalt, shielding me from biting wind as planes roared overhead.

The inside of a plane, soft leather seats, a pile of thick blankets.

Remy holding my hand, his thumb rubbing my skin.

Poe gently rubbing face with a warm cloth.

Bram next to me every time I opened my eyes, a promise in his searing gaze.

Darkness.

Safety.