The chains from behind her rattled as a deep growl rumbled from Renwick’s chest. Balorn looked up to his nephew, sliding his hand up Rua’s side, skirting over her hip, belly, breast and up to her mouth, swiping his thumb across her bottom lip as Renwick snarled again. “She really is your Fated, isn’t she?” His dark forest-green eyes crinkled in delight. Renwick’s voice was a menacing hiss. “Don’t. Touch. Her.” “Oh, I think I will.” Balorn smiled, eyes skimming her body as he pulled the dagger from his hip. “Such beautiful, smooth skin.” “Don’t!” Renwick shouted as Balorn ran the blade across
...more
