The gust from those claws was colder and more savage than the night wind outside.
It carried a scent that was hard to place—as though the claws had been deliberately soaked in some strangely colored tincture, giving off a sharp, acrid bitterness.
"So that's what all of today's theatrics were about. You were setting a trap."
Selena lay on the bed.
She didn't move. Not an inch.
The claws slashed so close they nearly split her bare skin—but Selena didn't blink. Her breathing didn't quicken by a single beat.
Plants surged from the manor's flower beds below the lounge, racing through the gap in the balcony, vaulting over the window frame, trailing the intruder in a frenzy. They drove toward his back with lethal intent.
Hair that had been tousled through several rounds of violent s*x now
