Just as it had in the alley, the power purred against Harper's skin and made her eyes burn, her teeth rattle, her ears ring, and her chest tighten. His predatory stare was wholly focused on her, danger in every line and curve of his face. He didn't look like Knox then — he seemed like a total stranger.
Her heart slammed against her ribs. And suddenly, she wasn't so sure she wanted to know what he was.
With a roar, flames erupted from the ground. Gold, red, and black, they swirled around Knox, engulfing him until she couldn't see him.
What the fuck? No, not even he could survive them.
She moved toward him desperately, but the heat was just so blistering and she—
And then she saw it.
A figure of raging flames stood inside the fire.
She couldn't help but gawk as her heart pounded so frantically it hurt. Her inner demon was shock-still. There was only one thing that could withstand the flames of hell… because it was the only thing that was born from the flames of hell.
