Roxy completely froze.
He had found her. The literal god of this universe had materialized in her sanctuary, completely bypassing the heavy iron gates of the Manor and the heightened senses of the continent's most lethal predators.
Torian let out a deafening, chest-rattling roar. Zarek's massive, heavily scarred arms flexed, his draconic aura flaring with an unholy, blistering heat that began to rapidly melt the frost on the boulders. They were entirely prepared to rip this arrogant, silver-eyed stranger to shreds.
But Roxy knew the absolute, devastating truth. Claws and fangs could not kill a demon. If her mates attacked Abaddon, he would simply erase them from existence with a single blink.
She could not lose another mate. She absolutely refused.
Roxy quickly, fiercely wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks with the back of her freezing hands. Her brilliant green eyes hardened into a mask of pure, uncompromising matriarchal steel.
