"Look at her," Silas rumbles, his voice vibrating through my entire body. "Does this look like a man who is compromised? Or a man who is finally finding his power?"
I can feel the static electricity in the air. The magnetism is so intense that the lightbulbs in the study actually flicker and hum. Malakai’s smirk falters just a fraction as he watches the way I cling to Silas, my body arching into his touch like a flower seeking the sun.
"It’s a start," Marcus mutters, looking unsettled. "But we need more. We need the Blood-Moon Gala. Three days from now. If the bond isn't finalized by then, we move to the Re-Assignment."
"The what?" I yelp, trying to disentangle myself from Silas’s grip.
"It means they give you to the highest bidder, little spark," Malakai says, stepping closer and reac
