"I saw it in his eyes. A promise of obsession."

Darius's devastating threat still hung in the charged air like smoke from a funeral pyre when he turned sharply on his heel, every line of his powerful frame radiating barely contained violence. His broad shoulders were rigid as forged steel, fists clenched so tightly at his sides that I could see fresh blood dripping from his split knuckles to stain the arena sand beneath his feet.

He stalked away from the combat circle with predatory grace ...