Tianlong's gold-crimson eyes moved from her to Lin Feng. The broken man lay on the floor, his dark eyes — wet, furious, desperate — looking up at the being who had just given his master more power in a heartbeat than she had gained in centuries.
"Why not come to this side?" Tianlong said. His voice was calm. Addressing Lin Feng. "I would help you."
"YOU BASTARD!" Lin Feng screamed. His body convulsed on the floor. "Do you want to even take her away from me? You — you take my woman — you take my master — you —"
He yelled the ring spirit's name. The name — the true name, the name from the upper realm — tore from his throat.
The astral woman flinched. Her beautiful face — halfway between astral and physical — contorted. Her amethyst eyes widened. She looked at Lin Feng. At the possessive, desperate, furious tone. At the way he said her name — not with respect, not with deference, but with ownership. With the tone of a man who considered her his property.
