PRIMUS ALEXANDER’S POV
The vine turned to ash in my palm.
The moment the purple flame touched it, it shrieked.
Loud and sharp. Like every dying root on the continent cried at once. I shoved the rest of the torch into the brazier and let it burn.
That twisted relic Terran dropped was more than a threat. It was a signature. A message. An insult.
"I came into your territory. Took what I came for and I walked out untouched."
I should’ve burned the cunning bastard when I had the chance.
Instead, I was here.
In this godsdamned room. With a torch in my hand and a head full of a mate who looked at me like I was still f*****g Gaia.
Sometimes I just want to squeeze that peanut sized head of hers.
She returned the pendant. Returned the daggers. Walked into the cage like a prisoner I’d neve
