Bound to the Dark King
He grinned, and Ashere clinked her glass with his, her smile as tight as a drum.
"Don't pop the champagne yet, Abee." she said. “Malik won’t die easily. “Malik isn’t just going to roll over and die. The guy can’t be killed unless it’s by a descendant of a moon priestess. And as far as I know, they are the only descendants left. And now they’re joined at the hip. How exactly are we supposed to get rid of him?”
In the corner, Ange sat quietly, her gaze fixed on her father with an unreadable expression. Alpha Abee gave her a paternal smile, raising his glass toward her.