GRAYSON'S EXPRESSION had gone hard and cold, every trace of the man who'd kissed her last night vanishing beneath the demon who'd survived centuries of supernatural politics.
"Someone just breached the outer perimeter."
Shadow leaped from the desk and streaked toward the window, its form flickering again—briefly taking on the shape of something larger, more predatory, before settling back into cat form.
"Definitely not a normal cat," Mailah muttered.
"Stay here," Grayson commanded, already moving toward the door.
"Like hell," Mailah replied, following him. "We're engaged now, remember? That means we face things together."
His jaw clenched, clearly wanting to argue but knowing it would be pointless. "Fine. But you stay behind me, and if I tell you to run—"
"I'll consider it," Mailah interrupted. "No promises."
Lucien's laugh was dark with approval. "She's perfect for you, you know. Absolutely infuriating and completely fearless."
