Victor’s fingers tightened around the stem of his goblet, his knuckles whitening from the force of his grip. His dark eyes flickered with something dark, something dangerous, but he kept his face schooled into a mask of composed amusement.
Tay’s arrival had been expected—the boy was too predictable when it came to that little mate of his. But Axel?
The moment Victor’s gaze shifted to the Reaper Prince standing beside his son, a cold shiver crawled down his spine. It was involuntary, instinctual, a reaction buried deep in his demonic nature.
Despite being the Underworld King, despite ruling over the most ruthless creatures in existence, there was something about the Reapers that unsettled even him. Something about the way they moved, the way they existed in that unnatural state between l
