Nova felt the solid, reassuring warmth of King Alex's arms around her as if the weight of the world had finally found a place to rest. His embrace was a fortress, a sanctuary that promised safety in a world that had shown her little.
But even in this fleeting moment of comfort, her mind seethed with a venomous rage that no caress could soothe.
She was aware that Asher, her ex-mate, was sent by Ember and Amarynthia, they had attempted the unspeakable, his attack still lingered in her mind and sliced through her soul like a knife twisted deep into old wounds.
Nova's vow was whispered like a curse against Alex's chest. "I'll make them pay. I'll make them all suffer for what they did."
King Alex's grip tightened. "Then let's make them suffer."
Together, they strode through the dimly lit corridors of the Palace, determined to bring Ember to her downfall.