Maya felt it before she could control it, the fire coiling beneath her skin, boiling in her veins, demanding release. She was furious. No, beyond furious.
To expect Victor to play dirty was one thing, but this?
Attempting to imprison a pregnant, defenseless woman? This was lower than she ever thought possible, even for a demon king.
She inhaled sharply, pushing down the flames that begged to be unleashed. Not yet. Not yet. Her eyes locked onto Victor’s with an icy calm that barely masked the inferno roaring inside her.
"Dear father-in-law," she said, her voice now stripped of any pretense of pleasantry, cold as steel, "I would strongly suggest not to overplay your hand when you don’t know what you’re up against."
Victor lifted an amused eyebrow, then threw his head back in laughter.
