His Contractual Luna: Bought by the Beast
Standing directly in front of them, blocking the lift doors with his massive frame, was Rhys.
He hadn't drawn his tactical firearm. He didn't need to. The Apex Core strapped across his broad, tatted chest was still cycling down from the massive EMP discharge, radiating a mesmerizing, rhythmic pulse of deep violet and gold light. The raw kinetic heat pouring off his skin warmed the freezing, damp air of the elevator car. His hazel-blue eyes were fixed on the floor indicator numbers above the door, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked beneath his scarred cheek.