ALBERT POV
After the whole losing-control, almost-killing-Jaxson, getting-bitten-and-marked-again situation, I was drained. My power had burnt through the room like wildfire, and now all that was left was smoke, guilt, and the taste of Olivia’s blood still on my tongue.
Oliver had dragged Jaxson out of the room, muttering something about taking him to the hospital. Couldn’t blame him. The i***t looked half-dead and half-stupid. His hand was still clutching those ruined roses.
Arthur had looked me dead in the eyes and said, “If this is what the Goddess wants, then you’ll have our blessing. But if you hurt her, one misstep, and I’ll rip your head clean off.”
I believed him.
But I also didn’t care. Because hurting her? Betraying her? That wasn’t even an option.
I wasn’t planning to do a
