Marku's POV 

I paced in the darkness of my room. It had been several days since Raine had made her escape. And every day that passed made it more difficult to capture her again. Particularly now that she had my only leverage, Queen Ileana. Armand was sure to put the full force of his army into protecting his daughter. 

I growled angrily and swiped my hand across the top of a dresser, sending a priceless Byzantine bowl and lamp crashing to the floor. Violet hurried into the room, her gaze cutting from me to the items on the floor and back to me again. The scent of her arousal filled...