The maid’s claws hovered inches above Alina’s throat, ready to suck her. But just then, the door opened with a force.
Liam entered like a shadow gliding on air, the faintest breeze stirring the curtains in his wake. His presence filled the room, a chill tightening the air.
Alina’s eyes were wide, lips parting in a scream, but no word came out of her mouth.
Liam raised a hand. A shimmer of power pulsed from his fingertips, wrapping her in invisible silk. Her lashes fluttered once, then closed, her body sinking back into the bed as she fell into a deep breath.
“Sleep,” Liam murmured, his voice low, commanding, yet strangely tender. “You won’t remember this.”
Her breathing steadied, soft and peaceful once more.
The maid’s head jerked toward him, red eyes blazing, fangs bared. A guttural
