Maximus's POV

My heart slammed so violently against my ribs I thought it would tear straight out of my chest.

Raina.

It was Raina standing there—leaning casually against a tree like she was greeting an old friend instead of pointing a gun at my skull. Her hair was wild, tangled from running through the forest, and her green eyes gleamed with something unhinged. Madness. Rage. Pain sharpened into something lethal.

So I hadn’t been wrong.

Those green eyes I saw the day Damien was shot.

It was her.

My own breath froze in my chest. I didn’t know if it was shock or fury, but it rooted me in place...