Nox’s POV “Don’t take another step toward her,” I ground out, my voice low and edged with warning. Vad ignored, not the slightest bit concerned. He kept his eyes on Willa, and something inside me snapped. He stood just barely two steps away, his shoulders loose, his face a mask of casual disdain. But I knew better. I could see it—the flicker of madness behind his eyes, that ever-present hunger lurking in his smirk. If our roles were reversed, if he had to deal with half of what I had, he would’ve burned this place to the ground by now. Hell, he’d have lit the match himself, grinning while the flames swallowed everything whole. But that’s the difference between us. I keep my control. I have to. My wolf, however, was another story. It growled, scraping at my skin, desperate to be unleashed, but I held it in check. Barely. It took everything I had not to lunge at Vad as he smirked, his gaze shifting—drifting too close to her, and my chest tightened, heat rising i
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