GRAYSON HADN'T loosened his hold. His hand remained firm at her waist, his presence as solid and unyielding as the marble under their feet.
Mailah's lips pressed tight. The image of the young woman chained to that ancient demon flared in her mind again, a brand she couldn't scrape away. Fury still churned hot and thick in her chest. "I should save her."
His smile was a dangerous flicker of teeth, wicked and infuriating. "Then I'll find a way to drag you out of here before you bring the ceiling down."
She was about to retort—something scathing, something reckless—when a figure swooped into their orbit.
"Oh, heavens, there you are!"
Mailah blinked as a swirl of lavender silk and perfume descended upon her like a hurricane. The woman—though her aura tingled strange enough to betray she wasn't mortal—latched onto Mailah's hands with alarming enthusiasm.
