The moment Xaden entered the room, the entire atmosphere shifted violently.
The temperature plummeted so quickly that the torch flames flickered out.
A cold wind cut through the hall, sliding down every spine, stealing every breath.
Xaden looked like a man who had run across kingdoms, across blood-stained earth, across nightmares.
His dark hair was wild.
His clothes were hanging loosely on his body.
His aura was feral and dangerous.
Completely unrestrained.
Belle blinked at him in shock. "Xaden… what are you doing here?"
He didn't answer her.
He didn't even look at her.
His eyes, pure onyx, glowing with murderous intent, were locked instantly on Cherry.
And he moved.
Not walked.
Not strode.
He marched straight toward her, like a weapon unleashed.
"You," he hissed, voice a low, lethal growl. "You fucking bitch."
Cherry's breath caught.
Xaden's claws burst from his fingertips. His jaw cracked with the threat of shifting.
