Or perhaps a flicker of regret for how he had treated her, like a pawn in his own game of enraged payback for the years of humiliating rejection?
Regardless, she was a challenge he had not anticipated, and a part of him admired her tenacity.
He pushed his growing intrigue aside, steeling himself against any trace of weakness and needing to bring her to heel.
She had defied him, and he was not going to let either the Lisades or even his wife inflict more shame on his name.
Bound to him by law and duty, she would return to fulfill her obligations whether she wished or not.
He jerked his chin at Koda. ‘Meet you at the Signet executive entrance to hunt her down.’
Hell, hunting was what he specialized in.
She had no chance against his apex lycan and soul venator abilities.
Koda nodded, his expression grim as the display shuttered.
Mak rose, strode to his cabinet in the office, and armed himself.
Throwing on a jacket, he sprinted to the elevators and into a waiting flyer.
Koda raised his chin to Mak from the helm.
The craft lifted off, the roar of the engines drowning out all other sounds.
Mak gripped the rest of his seat, his gaze fixed on the glowing screen that tracked Saba’s movements as they flew over the sprawling interior of Sombra, the size of a major city on Earth.
His soul churned with heated annoyance, feeding his salacity to vent her spirit.
Yet underneath the roiling ire lay concern for her.
Why the hell did he care so much that she’d run from him?
He licked his extended fangs and dismissed the stab of experiencing rejection and abandonment once more.
The thought of her running free, unfettered and unrepentant, stoked a righteous fire within him.
She would not escape him.
She would learn that there was no evading the consequences of defying him, that he was not a lycan to be trifled with.
SABA
The ship’s internal facade, buildings, bridges, flyers, and officesblurred past the flyer’s windows as Saba clenched her jaw, nerves thrumming beneath her skin.
The Selburnia was her only sanctuary, where she might find solace and safety from theŠar’sgrasp.
That said, it was a wild reach.
Mak had unimaginable resources, and she realized she was assuming a significant risk trying to leave him, but she had no choice.
Besides, the man had made it clear he didn’t want her.
She kept checking over her shoulder, bracing at the sight of every burly, tall man, expecting his strongmen to come for her.
TheŠarwould not let her go without a shit fight; of that, she was freakin’ sure.
Worse still, what would he do to her if he caught her?
