So many people were afraid of this male. Yvelia was full of Fae who would gladly have seen him strung up and put to death. He’d destroyed an entire city. He had gone to war. He had slain a dragon and faced the Iron Death at the Ajun Gate. Earlier, he’d ripped a male’s head off with his magic and hadn’t batted an eyelid. He was a creature of violence—it was his creed. But he was also this, too. When he loved, it was with everything he had.
