Malakar's POV.
My blood boils as I watch Malachai interacting with Hope. The smug self-satisfaction etched into every hard and unforgiving line of his face. The way he watches her with that disturbing hunger in his eyes - like he's been thirsty for a hundred years, and she's the only thing that can quench him. That absolute possessiveness when he reaches for her hand.
He's standing too close to her...
Every instinct inside me is urging me forward. Pushing me to attack. Telling me to rip his throat out for all the unthinkable evil he's done to me and my people so far - for simply daring to breath the same air as my mate. But I can't. Not yet. Even though it's tearing me up from the inside, I have to wait. Give Hope a chance to do what we brought her here to do.
She has to get Malachai
