Still Prince Harad's POV

Before I knew it, Xan has taken over without warning.

His furious, blood-red eyeballs replace mine, his wooden sculptured head and sharp claws take charge. He has Eon captive by the collar in a tight grip as he bares his fierce fangs.

“Drop that crap, you bum!” he grimaced in the warrior's face. "You didn't let her stay in the hotel by herself, instead, you were with her all the time. Tell me now, where is she? I won't repeat myself!"

For the first time I see a glint of uncertainty in the man's eyes, he is usually very macho and full of bravado, as if...