Overlord Novel Volume 10 Novels & Stories

The Alphas who had been clawing at the door seconds ago stop snarling, one by one their voices die out, their scents change into submission, fear. My hand freezes on the ladder rail, and the smell of rust and cheap liquor that hangs over the neutral zone fades. As the smell of gunpowder fills the air. And the smell of thunderstorms swallows me, my stomach drops, he's here, behind me, Ronan stirs weakly against my back. His skin hot as heat soaks my skin into my spine. His breathing comes out ragged as he inhales and exhales, brushing hot against the back of my neck.