Glass and wood shattered where it connected, catching two of the Prince’s accomplices in its wake, though Naharan himself managed to duck at the last moment.

That girl was going to be the death of him—literally, if she didn’t work on her aim.

Pushing aside his urge to rush to her and ensure she didn’t use any more of her life essence, he dove for the gobsmacked prince. At least his little mate had bought him a moment’s advantage, and a moment was all he needed.

Roaring with triumph, he clasped both hands around Naharan’s throat. When he saw his enemy’s eyes widen with terror and felt his spine finally snap, Kain pulled his lips back in a snarl.

Deep satisfaction throbbed through his veins and pounded in his temples as he tore the Prince’s throat from his body. Blood sprayed from the ghastly wound, and he opened his mouth to taste its metallic pulse, letting his senses fill with the sweet rush of victory.

No one would ever try to take his beloved from him again.

Kesh and Kirigan had gotten the upper hand on the remaining demons, and the dusty air filled with the scent of blood and guts as they systematically slaughtered their enemies.

Kain stared down at his fallen opponent—the male who’d thought he could claim his mate—and felt nothing but grim satisfaction at his ruined throat and glazed eyes. There was no turning back now; he’d killed the Prince of Demons, and from his demise he would grasp the political power needed to keep his family safe.

Selma. The need to hold her in his arms overwhelmed him now that the threat had been eliminated. He rose and looked for her.

She was still standing by the crates where she’d been when she let her power wash over the room, but instead of the deadly determination she’d exhibited before, her expression was now wary and a little frightened as she looked out over the destruction.

His little mate. He was so fiercely proud of how she rose to the occasion when she needed to be strong, but at her core, she was still a gentle soul.

She startled a bit when he rushed to her side, but her hesitant look seemed to be reserved for the blood spatter covering his face and body rather than his demonic form.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He placed a hand upon her cheek and frowned at the lines around her eyes. He had mated her a few hours before they separated, but drawing on the white energy seemed to drain her fast. “You promised me you wouldn’t try to interfere.”

“Excuse me for saving the day,” she bristled, full lips drawing into a pout.

Their softness tempted him, and he swallowed a groan as his instincts demanded he mount his prize after defeating the challenger to her warm little cunt.