Iliana’s POV:
I let out a loud gasp as he moved like a flash of lightning.
Cloaked in all black. Masked. Unmistakable.
My stalker.
Wrapped in smoke and shadow, he screamed danger. My mind told me to run away but my body…it betrayed me as I leaned into him instead.
He moved like a thunder, fast and jarring. My eyes widened as his hand shot upward and seized the back of my neck.
Fingers digging into my flesh, he twirled me around, pressed my back against his front, and clasped his fingers around my throat.
Through the mirror, I saw him...towering over me like an angel of death. Beautiful, hot angel of death, indeed. The one who didn’t even need to ask to take my soul away. I would gladly hand it over to him.
A cold shiver ran down my spine as he brought his mouth to my ear and growle
