"Isabella," Nikolai called out her name again, in desperation as he awaited her response. But he got none, rather he saw the tears flowing down her face and all he could do was hold her in his arms. The room was now dark, lights were off and he assumed the show must have stopped for the onlookers. Anger seeped in his veins as he looked at the huge mirror. He was going to kill everyone, painfully and torturously for laying their eyes oh his mate. They were responsible for her state, this frozen like statue she had become.
Nikolai held her tight, his wolf becoming berserk the more time it passed.
"KILL THEM ALL., Arawn growled. He was pacing in their consciousness, becoming irritated as the time went by.
Nikolai had always been the embodiment of privilege. From the moment he drew his fir
