The Bane And The Alpha Beast
“Lucky for us—we just so happen to have one on our side.”
Zane froze. “You don’t mean—”
“Ven,” I said. “Bring them in.”
Ven gave a sharp nod and turned toward the door.
The latch clicked.
And the temperature in the room dropped five degrees the moment the door opened.
Ronan stepped inside like he owned the air itself.
Behind him came Wallace—tall, scarred, calm as ever—and behind him, Brad, Crawl and Grimm.
“This,” I said evenly, rising to my feet, “is the infamous Ronan. He’s the Demon King’s heir.”