“Loki! You can’t declare war on Nightshade,” I warned sharply.

Loki arched an eyebrow at me and sniffed. “I’m not leaving Persephone there to become a casualty to Caleb’s twisted desires.”

“You won’t have to,” I assured.

Loki snarled and tossed his head back. The cords of muscle in his neck were tight and bulging. I could hear his knuckles cracking every time he clenched his hands.

“Why… why would she agree to leave me and join ...