Third Person's POV
Alexander sat in his chamber, hands clenched tightly enough to draw blood from his palms. He had just received a report regarding Scarlett—how she had grown the wings he had once tried to clip so she would stay with him, and now she was flying freely in Nightshade. She even commanded warriors he hadn't trained.
Through the bond between them that had not been broken, he had felt it. He had felt the surge of her adrenaline, the pulse of danger looming around her, and the sharp satisfaction of victory they should have celebrated together, but now Lucien had stolen it.
Scarlett.
She's mine. She's only mine.
His breath came in hard, uneven gasps. Fury coursed through him, but beneath it, a reluctant pride burned. He didn't want to see her free—especially since he wasn't
