His Royal Breeder
His skin was ice, but where he touched me, I felt a low, thrumming heat that made my skin crawl and my heart betrayed me with a heavy thud.
"You speak of vengeance as if it is a chore," he whispered, his breath ghosting against my ear. "Vengeance is a feast, Lilith. And I have just served you the first course."
He pressed me back against the table, right next to where Caroline’s head rested.
Her sightless eyes seemed to mock me. I struggled, but he was a mountain of shadow and muscle.
"Let her go," Zayn roared as he lunged, but the other twin, Jessica, blurred into motion, her nails elongating into black talons that whistled through the air, forcing Zayn back.