#Chapter83

Mae’s POV My father’s head rolls along the floor, smearing a bloody trail along the white marble until it disappears behind a wall of my shadows. I heave in a great breath, realizing then just how far my shadows have spread. I lower my hands, allowing the shadows to recede back to whence they came, and I look across the foyer to Aaron. He looms over my sister, her throat between his teeth. We lock eyes, and in all the years I’ve known him, he’s never looked more vicious, more lethal. More beautiful. I recognize it then. That tug I’ve been denying for who knows how long. The mate bond. Aaron is my mate. I tuck the thought away as he spits out my sister’s throat. It lands besides where she lies, gasping for breath as she bleeds out. Without much fanfare, the next breath doesn’t come, and she goes completely still. My father’s headless body falls to the floor as my shadows that were holding it up disappear. I lock eyes with Aaron again and that tug between us thrum