I have never gazed into such soulless eyes before. There was no flicker of emotion, just dead eyes staring back at me, like a bottomless abyss you could never see the end of. And it would be the last thing I see.
I'd be a fool if I didn't feel his killing intent spiking toward me. In this moment, I didn't see a seven-foot man holding me like you'd do clothing, but a predator ready to devour his prey.
He leaned toward me, slow and lethal, eyeing me like I was the most unusual thing, before he brought his lips to my ear. "You're not fighting," he said deeply, delight laced in his tone like a curse.
Pure dread slipped into my skin like ice. His voice was just as lifeless as his eyes.
No Lycan I've met has ever infused this much fear into me. Not even the ones that attacked me with their true appearance.
"You're making this boring," he said with a sudden frown.
