Liam's P.O.V.
The moment my fingers closed around the book, an icy jolt shot up my arm. It wasn't a normal kind of cold—it was the kind that seeped into my bones, slithering through my veins like something alive. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my hand trembled as I gripped the ancient leather cover.
A whispering sensation crawled up my spine, a low hum in the back of my mind that wasn't my own.
This is wrong.
North, growled deep inside me, but it wasn't in protest. No, it was a hunger—a dark, desperate need curling beneath my skin.
"We shouldn't be weak, Liam," North rumbled. "We should do anything to get Mai back."
I clenched my jaw. That was the problem, wasn't it? There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for Mai. No price too steep. No line too bold to cross.
