"Now, where's your queen, Your Majesty?" Weston's eyes glimmered with something vile as he mentioned Primrose. "Why don't we trade? Give me your mate, and I'll leave this place at once. After all, if I can breed a woman as beautiful as her, my children will surely inherit her extraordinary genes—"
He never finished his foul words because Edmund's sword was already whistling through the air, aimed for his throat. Weston jerked aside at the last second, the blade striking sparks off the stone wall instead.
"Your filthy mouth has no right to speak of my wife."
Dark energy burst from beneath Edmund's feet, crawling like black fire across the floor, racing up the walls, consuming the hallway in its suffocating presence.
Edmund looked at him with disdain, determined that he had to end Weston tonight for the sake of his wife and child.
"You've toyed with me long enough, Weston." He deepened his voice as he said, "It's time for you and your pack to sleep for eternity."
