Malrik POV

I had him pinned beneath me, every muscle coiled, my grip bruising his ribs. Rage boiled so hot I could feel it in my teeth.

Twice tonight I’d come within a breath of death. My body throbbed, wounds screaming, but none of that cut as deep as the fury that hammered through my veins.

The man under me writhed, naked, trembling with furious defiance. His eyes were wide, unblinking pure hate, bare and unsoftened. Still, there was something about him that made me hesitate. A look. A ...