Page 127 of The Wolf and the Chimera
“Sedate her before the monster under her skin takes over and we all end up dead,” Bo spat.
I met his dark gaze. “There are several monsters in this room, but I am not one of them.”
He looked away.Coward.
I had to get up. I had to warn Ryder.
Were Melanie and Kieran in on the Sovereign’s plans too?
“Buzz kill,” Micah muttered and crouched beside me. He pressed the injection needle against the delicate skin of my neck. I thrashed and bucked and fought, but nothing freed me from Kowan’s grip.
“I can’t kill you,” Micah whispered, “but I’ll enjoy ripping your mate apart.”
Rage, animalistic and blinding, tore through me, and deep in the shadows of my mind, my chimera roared.
Let’s rip them apart,the sorceress said in a rush.Let’s make them pay.
As my thoughts raced, the next heartbeat lasted a lifetime. Whether she wanted to punish me or not,the sorceress never would’ve risked coming so close to Entombment, unless…
Sheneededme to give her control. Though she had commandeered enough of my power to stifle my chimera, she couldn’t fully possess me.
A needle pricked my neck, and I cursed.
Control, control, control.
I couldn’t gain control from the sorceress, but she couldn’t completely control me either.
You liar,I told her.The bondhasweakened your ability to possess me.
As my vision tunneled, the sorceress howled her rage. Kowan grinned, but his sinister expression wasn’t what haunted me. As I was pulled into oblivion, my thoughts were of amber eyes and crooked smiles and verbal taunts.
Though I would be late, I wouldn’t break my promise to return to him. I just wouldn’t come to him wearing my skin but wielding the sorceress’s will.
I wouldn’t give her the power I had earned, not even to save myself.
I wouldn’t be the monster the world claimed I was.
You will regret this!the sorceress bellowed.
Go fu…
Consciousness slipped through my fingers like sand.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Ryder
An hour had passed.
An hour had passed, and Elle had not returned to me, like she promised she would. Cursing under my breath, I stormed across the room, intent on searching for her, and hesitated.
A foreign scent slipped under the door. I inhaled slowly, so the person on the other side couldn’t hear my reaction.
The bitter tang of sedatives burned my nostrils.
Something was terribly wrong.
Instincts mangled my thoughts. I had to get to Elle—I had to get to hernow—but I couldn’t act rashly and get myself captured before I could help her.
