Chapter 257
The pressure in the air shifted, growing heavier, darker, as if gravity itself had bent to acknowledge the arrival of something far stronger than the rest.
The worst possible person.
The woman he had seen in the temple stepped forward, her deliberate, unhurried steps exuding dominance. Just her presence was enough to make his scalp tingle.
She was the worst match for him—a demonic woman whose strength far surpassed his own. But it wasn't just her power that unnerved him. She had a twisted obsession with his mother, a fixation he didn't fully understand but knew to be dangerous.
He cursed silently, hoping he could avoid confrontation with her. But the weight of her gaze pinned him in place, a hunter locking eyes with her cornered prey. The deference the demons showed her left no doubt—she was in charge here.