CHAPTER 225
"What the hell do you think you are doing?"
The words rumbled directly against Isabella's collarbone. Lucian's crimson eyes burned down into her golden ones through the dim, ash-choked layout of the deep forest.
His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated fury, his jaw clenched so tightly the sharp bone looked ready to slice through his pale skin.
The suffocating wall of absolute darkness he had used to block her out was still firmly erected within their mental bond, but his physical presence was an inescapable, burning cage wrapping around her entire body.
Isabella's chest heaved, her heart hammering wildly against his iron ribs as she struggled against his crushing, possessive weight.
"Lucian?!" she gasped out in shock, her fingers clawing uselessly at the dark fabric of his coat.
She was entirely stunned, her mind scrambling to process the sheer, impossible weight of him pinning her into the snow.
