Nyxara Rising
All of them understood: she was the storm and the stillness after, the predator who had no equal.
Cassian stumbled, pale and shaken, a brief flicker of violet crossing his own eyes—fear, or perhaps some echo of power he had once tried to master. Brielle’s lips parted in shock, her bravado finally crumbling. Real fear, sharp and unmistakable, showed in her eyes. Nyxara tasted it, savoring the flavor, and for a heartbeat, she felt pure, unfiltered delight.
“Watch closely,” she whispered, her words falling like a curse. “This is what happens when you cross me.”