Pain exploded across Aire's scalp.
She didn't even have time to turn before fingers buried themselves deep inside her silver hair.
The force behind them was so violent that her entire body lurched backwards.
The ancient book slipped from her grasp. It struck the marble floor once before sliding beneath one of Lysander's tables.
Aire barely saw it disappear.
Morrigan's hand tightened.
"Move."
The single word was followed by another brutal yank.
Aire stumbled forward with a sharp gasp as tears instantly sprang into her eyes. Her feet struggled to keep pace before Morrigan dragged her clean out of the chamber.
The doors slammed open.
Every dark fae servant in the corridor froze, and they watched openly.
Aire's bare feet scraped painfully against the polished obsidian floor as Morrigan continued dragging her through the palace.
With every few steps, another fistful of silver hair tightened inside Morrigan's grip. It felt as though her scalp might tear away completely.
