Zavren caught her in his arms before her body could hit the floor.
Ariana couldn't believe what she had just heard—it was like he was giving her a warning. A clear one: if she ever dared to hate him, she had to be fully aware of the consequences of becoming his enemy.
She heard him chuckle darkly as he scooped her up into his arms.
'This man is a devil.'
"Don't worry, I'm only giving you a little heads-up… in case you're planning to become enemies with me." The serious lit still rang through the tease.
Ariana still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that someone had been buried in that garden. Just how insane was this man? Was she truly married to a mad Alpha? Because none of this was normal.
In fact, the way he had said it was far too casual—like he was simply talking about how his day went. It was like every time she thought she understood him, even just a little, he quenched that thought with something even more disturbing.
