Bryce’s heart strained. True mates. Not only in name, but … in the way that Fae could be mates with each other. Ruhn said, Athalar was dangerous before. But as a mated male, he’s utterly lethal. Bryce countered, He was always lethal. Not like this. There’s no mercy in him. He’s gone lethal in a Fae way. In that predatory, kill-all-enemies way. He’s an angel. Doesn’t seem to matter. One look at Hunt’s hard face, and she knew Ruhn was right. Some small part of her thrilled at it—that he’d descended this far into some primal instinct to try to save her.
