Elias' POV
And there was fire all inside of me.
I didn't recognize myself.
My vision was black, lungs panting, muscles locked in a feral grimace. I could hear the rumble of my own heartbeat, could feel the crackle of something old awakening inside me. The intensity of it threatened to engulf me.
Marcus was before me, his stance alternating between fear and calculation while his gaze peeked over to Amara.
I bared my teeth. "If you ever touch her I'll make sure you stop breathing."
I could hardly recognize my own voice. It was deeper and different and when I growled, my body vibrated.
Marcus flinched but recovered quickly, his mask of arrogance falling into place again.
"You're being played, Elias," he said, and raised his hands in surrender. "She's not who you think she is."
"Really? I have heard that a lot," I said, breathing harshly as I took a step closer towards him.
Marcus exhaled sharply. "You don't even remember, do you? What she is? What she's meant to do."
