The air shimmered where she had stood, leaving Dimitri's hand outstretched toward nothing but empty space. He stared at his empty palm, the phantom warmth of Felicity's soft skin still lingering on his fingertips. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, the coppery scent of the dead hyenas mixing with the fading sweetness of her scent.
"Fuck," he growled, slamming his fist into the nearest tree. The bark splintered beneath his knuckles, but the physical pain barely registered through the white, hot rage burning through him.
He had protected her. Killed for her and still, he'd watched another man whisk her away. The memory of her frightened fox-like eyes, those delicate, pointed ears flattened against her head, made his blood boil hotter 'You should stop smiling at me like that.'
