Soraya's POV
Ethan's silhouette filled the doorway like a storm. He moved with cold purpose; anger radiated off him in sharp, solid waves. For a moment I just stared. Nothing he could do would calm the fury in my chest.
"Where is Asha, Ethan?" I demanded. My voice shook, but I pushed the fear down.
He ignored me.
"Open it," he ordered the guards.
They obeyed without a word. The cell door clanged and swung wide, and I rushed in before I thought about consequence—only to have his hand close over mine like iron. He didn't say a thing; he simply dragged me out.
"Let me go!" I tried to wrench free, but his grip was unyielding. He moved fast, through the corridors, every step pulling me farther away from the place where Asha had been. I stumbled, breathless, and my anger spilled over my fear.
"You can't use an innocent girl to break your curse!" I cried, words tumbling out. "You can't—how dare you—she's done nothing—she's..."
