Kieran walked back into the chamber. His face was cold and empty this time, a stark différent from the other time.

In his hand was a silver blade. It gleamed with shadow magic.

"Time for the second ritual," he said in a voice filled with menace.

Laura's heart stopped. She remembered the first time. The knife slowly piercing her chest. The agony as he tried to cut her bond with Dante.

She'd barely survived that.

"Please," she whispered despite herself. "Don't do this."

Kieran didn't answer. He moved behind her chair. His cold fingers touched her neck.

"This time, I'm cutting the bond with your silent protector."

Lucian.

"No," Laura...