Chapter Sixty-one (Dane's POV) present Time…

Heavens, I have never been so angry. I recalled Saraya suggesting the death hex might be a result of her overusing magic. The two of us were so far off the mark.

I had expected retribution from Zeus and Selene and had easily blamed them. I should have held onto my hunch about that bitch. When Saraya told me how Evanore Cinnabar Thornheart died I had a gut feeling it was planned. But back then the Eastlanders' politics were of no interest to me. I had Saraya and that was enough for me.

I found myself clenching and unclenching my fist as I strode back to the house.

Marching through the gate, I tried to contain my fury but it was of no use. I wished we hadn't gone to the wild rogues' valley earlier, it would have been a great place to head to right now to let off steam.

Entering the room, my eyes settled on Saraya as I took off my clothes. The silk cover outlined her curves, clinging to every inch of her. She shifted her position, resting on her back and I couldn't take my eyes off