Before Lexianna could even process the absolute, terrifying finality of his vow, the ground vanished beneath her feet.
Arkin didn't wait for her to agree. He didn't offer a contract. He simply lunged, scooped her securely into his massive arms, and began walking. He didn't use spatial magic this time.
He carried her physically as he marched directly toward his bedchamber.
"Arkin, put me down! Right this instant!" Lexianna barked, her hands slamming against the solid, unyielding iron of his chest.
Arkin didn't answer. His jaw was set in a brutal, uncompromising line. His dying-star eyes were fixed entirely on the heavy oak doors of his chambers.
The panic inside Lexianna spiked. He was a feral demon completely blinded by territorial jealousy, and she was a liability being hauled to the execution block.
As they crossed the threshold of the courtyard, passing a contingent of elite Wolf Guards standing completely paralyzed by their Prince's aura, Lexianna threw her head back.
