Will Issac remain by her side, or are they destined for different paths?

As word of an awakening power spreads, the immortal treaty shatters, and a looming battle of wills threatens to destroy everything in its wake.

The war has begun.

And death will reign.

Until an angel rises from the flames of destruction…

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1. Stas

“Well, that was certainly eventful.”

Stas Davenport arched a brow at the handsome man beside her. The sarcasm in his tone wasn’t lost on her. “Be nice.”

“Is that a command, love?” He cocked his head to the side, an alluring smile playing over his lips. Stas loved this side of Issac Wakefield. The playful one that only came out when they were alone.

She slid into the passenger seat of their rental and buckled her seat belt while he watched. Those blue eyes seemed to trace every inch of her. “You realize I’m wearing four layers, right?”

He laid a forearm on the top of their SUV and leaned in to press his lips to hers. “I’m looking forward to taking them off piece by piece later. Something I would have done already had you allowed us to travel my way.”

“You’re never going to let this go, are you?” Her adoptive parents had sent them plane tickets for the holidays, a gift Stas knew cost them a minor fortune. Hence the reason she’d begged him to just fly commercial. “We compromised by upgrading to first class.”

“Business class,” he corrected.

“And there’s a difference?”

“Oh, Aya.” He just shook his head and closed the door.

Spending the holidays with Issac in Montana would be interesting. Of course, he’d insisted on renting a house in Kalispell after her adoptive parents mentioned staying in a hotel. Fortunately, they’d been thrilled with the change in plans and were meeting them at Flathead Lake. Seeing as they lived in Havre, it was easier and cheaper for them to drive.

Issac buckled in beside her and started fumbling with the fancy controls. Stas had no idea how he managed to rent this brand of SUV in Montana, but it sat waiting for them as they exited the Glacier Park International Airport. At least it had seat warmers, an amenity they would need.

Issac muttered a curse just as the back doors popped open on either side. “Go home,” he demanded as two familiar men made themselves comfortable on the plush leather seats.

“Yes, I believe we are headed to your new residence,” Luc said by way of greeting, causing Stas to frown.

“New residence?” She flashed Issac a look. “I thought you were renting?”

“Peanut?” Luc held out a bag toward the front passenger seat.

Issac ignored the Hydraian King and smiled. “I said I acquired a residence for the holidays.”

“You said you rented one.”

“I definitely used the term acquired. You just inferred it to mean I rented it.” His lips twitched. “It also happened to be a worthwhile investment opportunity given the rising costs.”