Kane's POV

His smile widened, slow and mocking, like a predator who already knew he’d won. “Heaven, mate… or hell. Depends on how well you behave,” Azrael said, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to me.

“Either way… it’s far beyond anything your instincts can find out.” His voice stayed casual, but it dropped into that deep, possessive growl that made my stomach tighten.

“This won’t…” I jabbed a finger toward the foggy space. “This won’t hold me back. I’ll find a way out of this territory.”

Azrael stopped right in front of me, towering, his smoky scent wrapping around me like chains.

“Brush it off, mate. I can...