Guilt pooled in Killian's eyes. He clenched his fists so tightly that his long black nails dug into his palms, drawing blood. But he knew the wounds would heal quickly. The pain was nothing compared to the turmoil inside him.
"Damn it!" he growled, slamming his fist down onto the ancient study table. The table, a sturdy red oak that had withstood centuries, splintered into pieces under his rage.
Ethan, who had been standing nearby, gasped and stepped back, his eyes wide with fear. He had long known that the man his sister married was not an ordinary man but a devil. He remembered the wedding ceremony when he had witnessed Killian transform, unleashing his true, devilish powers during a fight with Cassius.
Now, as he watched Killian's eyes ignite with fury and his long nails elongate into deadly claws, a chill ran down Ethan's spine. He pressed against the door, his heart racing like it might leap out of his chest.
