Anger. Instant and brutal rage burned his blood as Rían glared down the fiery rope at Honoré.
Control. Keep yourself in control. Don’t let all of Dasianu through. Control. Rían’s breath puffed as his thoughts thundered. Where the f**k is Jen? She disappeared seconds ago. Control!
Second by second, the tether pulsed, draining his energy like a starving succubus, knowing the bastard king’s dirty play of binding him while he was distracted would ultimately pacify him enough for Honoré to kick his ass. No.Fucking.Way was that happening. Even with his lungs feeling as though they were being squeezed to death due to the festering rope, with his chest heaving as he desperately sucked air, Rían forced all his concentration on it. After breathless seconds, he noticed Honoré’s smug features shift
