Savage Devotion

VANCE’S POV

The words rip out of me as a roar, barely human, vibrating through my chest and echoing off the mountains loud enough to shake snow from the trees.

And Winston — this old man dangling from my grip with his feet kicking uselessly, his expensive shoes scraping at air — doesn’t even have the decency to look afraid.

“Your Majesty.” His voice is calm through the crushing grip on his windpip