CHAPTER 218
Before Isabella could process the sudden breakthrough, a violent, concussive boom rattled the heavy glass windows of the master suite, the sound echoing from the distant northern ridges like a clap of thunder.
Lucian's head snapped toward the window, his expression instantly transforming into a mask of pure, lethal calculation as his ancient aura hardened into steel.
He detached himself from their embrace, his large hands sliding away from her waist as he took a swift step back toward the center of the sprawling master suite.
The satisfaction that had hummed in his chest at the sight of her elongated nails vanished, buried instantly beneath centuries of hardened battle instincts.
"Stay back from the windows, Isabella," Lucian commanded, his voice dropping into a low, metallic register that brooked absolutely no defiance.
Isabella felt the sudden withdrawal of his warmth, the liquid heat in her lower tummy instantly hardening into a tight knot of defensive panic.
