Greta flinched, hard, Matthias's words hit her like a punch to the gut. No warning, no mercy. They sliced clean through the walls she'd built around herself, zeroing in on an old wound she thought she'd buried beneath layers of vengeance.
Her instincts screamed at her to back away, to put distance between them. But her body wouldn't budge. She was frozen in place, caught in the pull of Matthias's crimson eyes. There was something magnetic about him, dangerous, yes, but undeniably captivating. That arrogant beauty of his, cloaked in menace, made it far too easy to forget she was staring down a demon.
