The roar didn't come from me. It came from the doorway, a thunderous burst of fury that drowned out the storm outside.

The heavy oak doors didn't just open they were blown off their hinges. Malcolm stood there, his eyes glowing a lethal, incandescent gold that I had never seen before.

He was drenched from the rain, his chest heaving, and the Silver Vow was out of its sheath, humming with a frequency that made the very air vibrate.

He didn't wait. He moved like a blur of silver and muscle, crossing the room in a fraction of a second.

Enrique barely had time to widen his hollow eyes before...