[Music recommendation: Secession Studios - Enter Maximus]
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Ivan's tall, unyielding form remained exactly where he stood, his cold, molten-orange eyes tracking Valen's pitiful crash with the gaze of a predator relishing the promise of a hunt. His mind burned with every wound he had memorised, each one inflicted on his Eve, and he vowed to repay them a hundredfold.
Power surged through him so fiercely that he could reduce Valen to ash in mere seconds. But death would be far too merciful for a man who had dared to lay his filthy hands on the love of his life. And Ivan had not forgotten the way Valen had ogled her that first time they met at the Rosemount Hotel, raking his gaze over her in front of Ivan as though he owned the right to look.
