Raiden’s POV
“I’m a monster, Callie,” Greyson whispered, a small, dark smile touching his lips as he pulled her closer against his chest. “Did you really expect me to keep it?”
“You promised, Greyson,” she breathed, her voice a fragile, fluttering thing over the heavy thumping of the club’s bass.
“A tactical error on my part,” Greyson replied smoothly, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. “One I’m currently rectifying.”
A low, rumbling growl of pure approval vibrated deep in my chest. Hearing the Ice King finally admit what the rest of us already knew was the most satisfying thing I’d experienced all week.
The beast pacing behind my ribs purred, the red tattoos inked into my skin flaring with a sudden, answering heat. She belonged to the pack. She belonged to the dark. And she belon
