Chapter 10
- Rhea’s POV
- “You dare question my blood on my own dais, Vance?”
- Jaxon’s voice wasn't just a roar; it was a physical shockwave. The air in the grand hall instantly pressurized, crushing down on my chest until my lungs screamed for air. He pulled me closer, his massive arm locking around my waist like an iron bar, his chest heaving with a terrifying, calculated fury.