Chapter 17

• Azrael's POV:
• I studied my little lunamatra sitting across from me, jaw set in that stubborn human resolve as she tried to maintain some paltry semblance of dominance. As if the audacious notion of stipulating terms over her imminent transcendence into rapturous mate status held any true weight.
• Yet even as sardonic amusement flickered through me at the idea, a low rumble echoed from the primordial depths where Nightshade's feral presence keened in restless agitation.