I have her. Thronos simply stopped himself from roaring with triumph. I bloody have her. With her wrists nevertheless pinned, he ripped her masks away, his gaze taking in her face. Her large blue eyes were stark against her soot-marked skin. Dust lined the wild, raven braids that tangled about her cheeks and neck. His blood painted her plump lips. Even in this state, she was nonetheless the most pleasing creature he’d ever seen. And the most treacherous. He tore his gaze away, focusing on their survival. This ungodsly tunnel would fail soon. Out in the night, risks would lurk in each and every shadow. Most species on this island hated his kind. He released Melanthe’s hands, simply to yank her lower back into his arms. “Hey! Where are you taking me?” Earlier, Thronos had scented saltwater a
