Bought by the Feral Billionaire
His inner wolf roared in his mind—a fierce, territorial demand to obliterate any threat that dared respond to his son's awakening.
"Marcus," Dominic purred dangerously, a dark, wicked smirk curling his granite jaw. "Prepare the Vance Aegis. We go to the Sunless Sea."
"Dominic," Clara murmured softly, her hand coming up to touch his bare, muscular chest, feeling the scorching heat of his dark runic tattoos. "The Leviathan's core is pure abyssal water and compressed pressure. My Northern Frost-fire can freeze its aquatic conduits, but we need your void shadow to sever its connection to the trench vents."