Lorraine's POV
The hand pulled back.
Just like that, it retracted from Selene's chest, slipping out with a sickening shlurp sound. The bloodied organ, her heart, was still clutched in his claws.
Then he let it fall.
It landed with a wet splatter on the dirt.
Selene's body crumpled like a broken puppet, lifeless, her eyes still wide in stunned disbelief.
I couldn't breathe. Not from fear this time, but pain, raw, agonizing pain radiating from the gaping wound in my chest. Her claws hadn't reached my heart, but they'd gotten damn close. I could feel the blood pumping out, hot and fast, soaking my shirt. My body swayed.
Then I saw him.
Kieran.
He stood in front of me like something ancient and untouchable. His eyes glowed a deep, haunting red, their light almost inhuman. His right hand—m, no, his entire arm up to the elbow, was soaked in blood, Selene's blood. Steam seemed to rise from his skin, his muscles tense, his jaw tight.
He didn't say a word.
He just looked at me.
