Chapter 8
- Jaxon’s POV
- My jaw ached from the sheer force of clenching my teeth. Every breath I drew in the suffocating warmth of the grand gallery tasted like liquid gold, ozone, and her.
- ‘Mine,’ the beast beneath my ribs roared, clawing at my lungs, demanding I tear the high-collared black tuxedo from my frame, shift into my midnight-furred form, and carry the fragile creature beside me away to the deepest cavern in the frost-peaks. ‘Claim. Protect. Hide.’