The wind howled through the mountain peaks, carrying with it a storm of messages—some whispered, some roared. And this one?
This one made Draka’s blood boil.
He stood at the edge of the fortress, the jagged cliffs beneath him catching the dying light of the sun. The parchment in his hand crumpled under the force of his grip as he reread the words Atlas had sent.
Lucas is losing control. He’s not taking the discovery of the girl lightly. The human servant… Aria. He knows. And he’s furious. I fear he may act before you return.
Draka’s jaw clenched. A growl ripped from his chest, low and primal.
Lucas.
He should have ripped that male’s throat out the moment Aria had help him escaped.
Lucas had heard of her being a female. Wanted her. Thought he could touch her.
A deadly silence fell
