Page 69 of The Moonborn's Curse
Until finally—he got her in a lock.
His arm twisted hers back, her body pinned beneath his weight, chest to chest, breath to breath.
And still—she fought.
Still—she wouldn't stop.
"Yield," he growled, voice rough in her ear.
Her silver eyes burned into his, wild and furious.
"No." she ground out through clenched teeth.
"Yield, Seren."
"Never."
His grip tightened.
And then—he felt it.
The snap.
Followed by her sharp gasp—cut off like a choked sob.
He looked down—
And froze.
Bone protruded from her arm, pale and slick with blood, her body trembling beneath his.
A jolt of horror surged through him.
"Seren—" he breathed.
He pulled back as if burned, hands lifted from her like he couldn't believe they were his.
She didn't cry.
She only looked at him, eyes glassy and filled with a pain so quiet it made his stomach twist.
"You won," she said hoarsely.
And then she slumped.
All around them, no one moved.
Garrik was already kneeling beside her, barking orders. Cleo knelt next to Seren's prone form but her eyes were on Hagan with an expression close to disgust.
"Someone call the healer—NOW!"
Hagan stepped back. His breath came in short, disbelieving gasps.
He hadn't meant to do this.
He didn't even know when it happened.
One moment she was fighting him like fire.
