Senna clenched her fists, rage surging through her veins. She panted heavily, her wide, tear-filled eyes glaring at him with pure hatred.

"It seems I haven't done enough for you to understand your place," Magnus said, running a finger over his wounded cheek.

A trace of blood smeared onto his fingertip. His gaze turned predatory, like a wolf savoring its prey before the kill. "Is giving birth to my child the only way to make you understand who I am to you?"

His eyes held a ruthless glint, as ...