Anwen

The tears on Estrella’s cheeks catch the late morning light like diamonds, and I know I’m already too fucking late.

This is what I get for following my head, letting it lead me away from my mate. Baz’s first call to the tower was fine. But as soon as I saw Harper’s broken body at the base, I should’ve run to her. I should’ve seen what was coming and gotten out ahead of it. Instead, I let old loyalties distract me. I trudged through rescues and meetings and discussions like I didn’t know exactly what was happening the second I smelled the old blood.

The smell sticks in my...