••{RHIANNON'S POV}••
His lips are like fire and ice against mine. For a heartbeat my body forgets how to react. He forces his tongue past my lips and I taste his blood. As I stand there wrapped in his arms, all I can see behind my eyes is Cyrus collapsing to the floor—his heart in this monster's hand, his blood dripping all over the floors.
My stomach churns. Rage and horror twist together until I wrench back, gasping, choking, my lips still burning with the ghost of his kiss.
Anger boils in my veins, my chest heaving. "How dare you!" I scream, my voice filled with grief. "You killed him!"
My gaze flicks to Cyrus's body laying on the ground then back to those golden eyes. "...and you think you can lay your claim on me?!"
His grip tightens around my waist, holding me against his chest. His voice is deep and calm when he speaks.
"Princess, I don't care if you love me or loathe me. You are mine. That truth will sink into your heart soon enough."
