Her clit fluttered, and she took a shaky breath to control her treacherous reaction to him.
His eyes hardened, dropping to the front of her wedding gown.
To her horror, she glanced down and saw that her nipples were pushing through the ebony silk in stark relief.
‘Cold?’ He smirked as he reached for his silversafinand handed it to her.
She took it, pulling it around her shoulders and over her mantle as he raised a brow, his expression unreadable.
The moment’s gravity fell like a heavy blanket on her, pressing down and grinding her soul.
She met his gaze, heart thudding. ‘Will they be back?’ she murmured.
His eyes narrowed. ‘Who?’
She clarified her words. ‘The freakin’ creature that attacked us? Will they return?’
He huffed. ‘It’s the fifth attack in the last two weeks. Of course, they will come back, ‘tis in their nature.’
‘What was it? Asachem?’
His eyes were laser-focused on her. ‘How much do you know about fallen lycans?’
She shook her head. ‘Not a lot, I’m afraid. We, the Lisades, like to pretend they don’t exist.’
‘Ignorance in this case is not bliss,’ he grated. ‘They are the antediluvian progeny of the twisted shifter wolves, a part-angel hybrid race exceptional in cunning and wickedness. They’ve been engineered to be a weapon and give in to theirbase instincts, and little more than a wild creature. Grotesque, macabre, deformed by genetic manipulation. They now howl into the darkness of the void, living in nests that somehow travel with the flotilla, and do the bidding of their masters.’
‘Who are they?’
‘Not sure, yet. Still, trust me, myhermanosand I will be looking into it. You’ve no idea the levels of depravity among those who want to see the end of the Sauvage dynasty and the Signet company.’
She shivered.
‘How did you become a lycan venator?’
The question escaped her lips before she could stop it.
He narrowed his eyes on her and huffed. ‘Curious little thing aren’t you?’
‘You don’t know the half of it.’
He smirked. ‘My strong guard and I, the Signet pack, got caught in an unexplained nuclear accident years ago, back on Earth. As a result, our plasma and biology were altered with regenerative nucleic-powered, aetheric shifting cells. We can shift into transcendent wolves. Kaal and I, for some reason, have the soul venator gift, if you could call it that. We can flit between mortal and spectral form. We can stalk through walls, burn through minds, freeze blood mid-vein, and shred through a small army.’
He tilted his head, gauging her mood. ‘Which means you’ve nothing to fear from thesachem. We have enough claws, fangs, shields, and deterrents to deal with them.’
Part reassured, Saba forced her eyes from him, gazing around her, unable to meet his scorching study of her.
A chandelier floated above them, providing light, and a fire roared in a hearth, warming Saba’s feet.
Still, she trembled, bracing herself for the inevitable with a shaky breath.
She glanced down at her hand and played with the diamond on her finger.
She attempted to slide it off, and as she slid forward, she gasped as the band tightened to the point of causing her pain.
She pushed it back into place, and the fastening eased.
She stared at it, chest heaving.The fokk?
