Sanri laughed as Juston stalked closer. Cal’s stomach dropped as he took up a protective stance. He was going to have to fight his brother off of his woman for as long as he could until Sanri made it impossible.
Without warning, Juston froze just as Dunkel’s fist connected with Sanri’s face. The temperature in the room dropped to sub-zero, and the lights began to flicker.
Sanri roared in anger and threw herself at Dunkel, but Dunkel was taller and had anger on her side. She shoved the shorter woman to her knees and landed a kick to her chest.
Beyha shook her head. “Fucking idiots.”
Shadow took a deep breath, then flashed to Sanri’s side and gathered her up. Flashing away from Dunkel, he reappeared and put one hand out to still the furious female Seeker. “Enough. This isn’t the time for a battle royale.”
Dunkel’s breath was heaving. “Let him go, Sanri.”
“Make me.”
Dunkel’s hands curved into claws and she took a determined step forward.
“Stop,” Shadow said, then spun Sanri around. “Release the Vartik, Sanri.”
“Release the Vartik, Sanri,” she mocked, then flicked her finger toward Juston.
Cal stiffened as his brother started forward again, his eyes glazed.
“I’ll kill you,” Dunkel hissed, unhinged.
“This is so fucked,” Beyha said, her eyes riveted to the drama unfolding.
Cal felt like the world was turning sideways and he was powerless to stop it. He braced himself for the upcoming battle with his brother, hoping that the Seekers destroyed each other before he had to kill his brother—or allow him to live and watch him violate his beloved.
