Chapter 890 His Unforgiving Wrath

• "Mr. Brooks!" Loki barked, his own temper flaring like dry tinder at the sight of his sister trapped in the other man's grip.
• Sebastian's hand locked around Isla's wrists, rendering her utterly immobile; the child's face twisted into a hysterical mask that belied her small frame.
• Along his forearm, a coil of inky black aura began to writhe, and for one chilling moment, a streak of crimson flickered across his eyes.