CHAPTER 89

Iskra’s bull gripped him by the neck, but
Abraxos kept them in the air.
At the sight of those powerful jaws around
Abraxos’s throat, the fear and pain in his eyes
—
Manon couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think
around the terror rushing through her, so
blinding and sickening that for a few
heartbeats, she was frozen. Wholly frozen.
Abraxos, Abraxos—
Hers. He was hers, and she was his, and the
Darkness had chosen them to be together.
She had no sense of time, no sense of how