My breath burned in my lungs, my chest heaving, heart pounding as rage thrummed in my veins like fucking drums. “No, Aidan Nightingale, calm down,” I breathed to myself, trying to settle the fury pounding inside me but it was fucking hard, “listen closely.” I told myself. I tried to but the more I
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. The servant didn’t need to wait for me, I could take as much time as I needed before going to see them but I knew that the longer I delayed, the longer they’d remain in my house. I didn’t want that, whatever they’d come for, whatever stupid threat and talk about balance that the
‘Lucien, he has some nerve.’ The sound of my wolf’s voice caused me to close my eyes as I let out a guttural sound. ‘I’m not killing him.’ I pointed out as my eyes scanned the document in front of me and stamped it, I set it aside to focus on the other ones, signing and reading through reports.
That smirk, the smile and the laughter that would have tore out of him if my grip around his throat hadn’t tightened so hard— the sheer gall of everything— set an unquenchable fire to the rage burning inside me. My claws dug into his skin, threatening to pull his tissues out, and the sheer urge to
AIDAN NIGHTINGALE. The silence in the basement was haunting, so haunting that neither of us was breathing and even as I closed the gap between Lucien and I, I’d expected him to cower a bit but who was I kidding. I trained him. I brought him up and honed his skills to become so sharp that only he c
“LUCIEN!” I sneered, my energy slamming into him and the dead body like a tidal wave meant to crush. The light above flickered as dust rattled from the beams. And yet, Lucien stood there, bracing himself, his lips curling into a sneer as though my power meant nothing to him, as if he couldn’t be cr