Page 157 of Wanted By a King

“Zo!” I call back, leaping off the Reaper’s President and charging toward my princess, but the other Reaper gets to her first, fisting a hand in her hair and dragging her up off the floor.

“You’re coming with me, Princess!”

His words pierce my fucking soul, and I hone in on him, leaping over debris.

“Noooo!” I roar, leaping up onto a chair before launching myself toward the fucker hurting my girl.

The beast I’ve been holding in rushes out, my fists turning into hammers as they collide with him, throwing him back from what’s mine.

Everything vanishes around me. There’s no sound. No smell. Not even any color but black, white, and the bright crimson of his blood.

“Do!”

Punch.

“Not!”

Punch.

“Touch!”

Punch.

“What!”

Punch.

“Is!”

Punch.

“Mine!”

Punch.

I swing my arms, my fists connecting with his face over and over until the skin has split, blood is pouring out, bone is caved in, and his brain is on display.

It’s not enough. I need to obliterate him. Obliterate them all!

“Grayson!”

Her voice. It’s like a sudden snap back to reality. Like the lights have been turned on. Like the volume has been turned up. Like the scents in the air have just grown a thousand times stronger.

With a guttural growl, I turn my sight to the blonde princess, her cheek marred with a swelling, bleeding gash.

“No one touches what’s mine!” I roar, and she nods, tears streaming from her eyes as she offers me her hand.

I glance at it, so small and gentle, and then my gaze tracks to my hand, big, bloody and brutal.

I shake my head. “I will hurt you.”

“No you won’t,” she says, stepping closer.

“I’ll make you dirty.” I counter and again, she shakes her head.

“I don’t care. I just need you.”

“We gotta get out of here!” Tex shouts as he lifts Alana into his arms, and suddenly I remember we aren’t the only people here.

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