prologue Blood was splattered across the marble floor. A man sat lazily upon the throne, one leg crossed over the other as if the corpses surrounding him meant nothing.DravenThe heavy doors burst open as Kael stormed in with several guards behind him, fury blazing in his eyes.“What the fuck is wrong with you, Draven?” he barked.“You just killed twenty of our guards. Are you insane?” Kael fired at him.Draven smirked before slowly rising to his feet.“Twenty-one, dear brother,” he corrected calmly. “You counted wrong.”Kael’s expression darkened.“How could you kill them because of that cheap slut—”In the blink of an eye, Draven appeared before him.His hand wrapped tightly around Kael’s neck, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. Darkness flashed across Draven’s face, his crimson eyes glowing with rage.“The next time you call her a slut,” he growled coldly, “I’ll make sure you’re standing without your head.”With a violent shove, he threw Kael across the room.Kael’s back slammed against the wall as a painful groan escaped his lips.