Its angry, bruised appearance fit Nicolai’s mood perfectly. Though he scanned the air and ground below, his thoughts were as chaotic as the storm that brewed and rumbled in the distance. This had to end—Evander had to come to an end. Tonight. Urgency rode him hard, made him fly faster, soar higher. Demanded he fight fiercer. Protect Tamar. At all costs, she must be protected. Making love to Tamar the night before had altered the timeline of the chase. After holding her as she confessed her fear of the dark, and then receiving the gift of her body and trust, his sole concern was shielding her from any future harm or pain. A woman as brave and fierce as Tamar shouldn’t live in fear. No more relays where he passed the baton of the hunt to Lukas, Adon or Dorian. This had become a hundred-yard dash and Nicolai was racing for the finish line, dragging Evander’s corrupt, crazy ass behind him. The longer Evander remained free, the deadlier he became…and the more dangerous he was to Tamar.
