Forced To Be His Bride. Fated To Be His Mate.
Its tail, which remains raised in the air behind it, is a serpent with venom dripping from its fangs.
“Fuck,” one of the guards beside me growls. “What the fuck is it?”
“Didn’t I already say?” Elise huffs, shooting him a look. “Are you deaf, or do you just not listen? What we have here is a nue.”
Letting a slow smile spread across her face, she climbs onto the roof's ledge and stares down. Her strong desire to fight is almost visible as it radiates around her, but before she can leap forward to satiate it, I reach out and grab her.