Kapitel 70: His Home

Esme's entire body instinctively tensed as his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her effortlessly from the ground as though she weighed nothing more than a doll.

In the sudden motion, her veil slipped free, revealing her unnaturally pale face, eyes widened in disbelief. His final words echoed in her ears, leaving her frozen in shock.

She was his? When did she ever agree to such a claim?!

Lennox's eyes flashed with deep resentment when Donovan stole his bride right before his eyes. His claws elongated, and he gritted out. "Get your filthy hands off her."

"I don't want to," came Donovan's witted response as his smirk widened, his voice cool, yet laced with a subtle challenge.

"What are you going to do about it?" he deliberately taunted. "Seems to me you've been heavily abandoned." The mockery in his voice made Lennox look around him, and true to Donovan's words, the courtyard was deserted.