Dmitri paced his library with a third tumbler of whiskey in hand. The challenge was taking place at midnight. The entire fiasco was ludicrous. Once Nikka was his mate, there would be no reason for her to fight any female outside of war. Just the possibility of her fighting to the death was absurd, and this entire mess was fucking crazy. He would kill Talya himself if she harmed his mate.

The instability of Dmitri's world had his head pounding and red tentacles weaving behind ...