Ivy
The power shift within this room is like nothing I have ever felt before. It settles over the space like a second atmosphere, thick and electric. My breath catches in my chest as I feel it pulse through the bond, through my bones, and through the very air between us.
Max doesn’t wait for instructions. He’s already moving out of my peripheral vision, his voice low and clipped as he barks orders for the warriors to escort Ronan’s parents to the cells. Astrid is snarling, while Rodger is sputtering nonsense, but no one bothers to listen to either of them.
Their reign is over.
Their words mean nothing now.
The door clicks shut behind them, leaving the two of us alone in the office.
Ronan turns slowly in his chair, his gaze locking onto mine. There’s something deliciously feral in
