Greyson’s POV
I don’t like enemies I can’t kill.
I like them even less when they walk into my territory, speak in riddles, and leave without a single drop of their blood on the ground.
Seraphine.
The name sat wrong in my head.
Too clean.
Too calm.
Too certain.
Zara was still in my arms.
Still shaking.
And that alone was enough to make something in me snap.
“Clear the courtyard,” I ordered, voice sharp.
No hesitation this time.
Warriors moved instantly.
Bodies were removed.
Blood washed.
Formation reset.
But it didn’t matter.
The damage wasn’t physical.
It was strategic.
Psychological.
And worst of all—
Personal.
“Davon,” I called.
He was already beside me.
“On it,” he said. “Tracking team is out. Scouts are spreading wider.”
“Don’t follow too close.”
He frowned.
