Chapter Forty-Eight- Time Slows
The throne room was quieter than it had any right to be, with the war raging just beyond its walls. The sound of claws tearing flesh, the clash of bone and teeth—it was a storm outside. Yet here, the air was heavy, tense, as though the walls themselves held their breath.
Evandra stood between two alphas.
Balor circled behind her, golden hair catching the torchlight, his presence an oppressive weight against her back. Osiris stood before her, broad and towering, red hair like fire and tattoos winding over thick arms that crossed as he studied her. Both predators. Both dangerous. And both tethered to her by threads she did not understand.
Her heart pounded, but she masked it, lifting her chin. “You brought me here,” she said, voice smooth, calm. “But ne
