Infernal Bloodline

SIENNA’S POV

I felt the familiar chill before I saw him. The air in Ronan's home shifted, growing thick and oppressive, like someone had opened a door to winter in the middle of summer. Red mist curled around the edges of my vision, and then Malakor materialized in his black fox form, his red tail swishing behind him with predatory grace.

"So," he said, his voice carrying that same silky tone that