From within the mansion, a voice echoed softly, like a command from bone and black smoke.
“Let him in.”
The guards stepped aside instantly, like puppets whose strings had been tugged. Logan paused, actually stunned for half a second. He had been ready to fight. Ready to tear them limb from limb. Ready to m******e every f*****g guard in the place. But instead ... the path opened like a gift.
Too easy. It was too f*****g easy.
That was the part that sent a sick chill through his spine.
He walked in ... slowly, carefully ... because this easy access wasn’t an invitation.
It felt like bait.
He entered the throne room and there she was.
Diva.
But not our usual Diva.
Her throne was obsidian black, carved with wolves screaming in agony. Her back straight, spine stiffened like a possesse
