Rion’s POV
This fury inside me…it wasn’t the clean, hot burn of a good fight.
It was black. Thick. Choking. Like tar pouring down my throat every time I looked at Edric standing there with his smug royal chin tilted up, pretending he hadn’t just put filthy hands on my mate.
My woman.
My mate.
The one person in this rotten world whose scent alone could drag me back from the edge of murder.
And this godforsaken rat of a king had dragged her across the hall like property. Touched her waist. Looked down at her like she owed him obedience.
If I hadn’t pulled that spider stunt…if I hadn’t arranged for the grand surprise to capture Edric in his worst moment, none of this would be happening. She wouldn’t have any need to be his so-called savior. She wouldn’t be put in a situation where she
