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My eyes close as Carnage fills my head. His roar trapped somewhere inside him. His hellfire tangled with Sentinel’s Grace. That ancient bastard pulling at both.

I’ve spent twelve years refusing to let anyone turn my voice into a weapon.

Now I finally have something worth aiming it at.

I push away from the wall.

I’m going to use my voice.

Chapter Twenty-Two

CARNAGE

Echo comes around the side of the clubhouse, and I’m off the wall before she makes it three steps toward me.

I’ve been standing beside these doors since she walked away, giving her the space she asked for while ignoring every instinct screaming at me to follow. Ten minutes turned into fifteen, and somewhere around twenty I started seriously reconsidering how much I gave a shit about promises involving personal space.

Now I’m glad I stayed put.

Something happened.

Echo is moving too fast, her silver hair blowing across her face as she crosses the yard, one hand still clenched at her side. Her eyes find mine and stay there, pale green, wide with something that has my hellhound shoving up beneath my skin.

I meet her halfway.

My hands go straight to her face, turning it toward the light spilling from the clubhouse while I check her over. No blood, no bruises, nothing torn that wasn’t already torn before she walked away from me.

“I’m okay,” she says, and I stare at her. “Physically.”

Better.

Barely.

My hand slides around to the back of her neck, keeping her close while I look past her toward the darkness beside the clubhouse.

Who?

Echo catches my jaw and turns my face back to hers. “Thessaly.”