CHAPTER 227
Lucian lay completely pinned, his broad shoulders pressed deeply into the crushed ice.
The suffocating heat rolling off Isabella's white-gold fur clashed violently with the sub-zero temperature of the snow banks, creating a thick shroud of twisting steam that rose and swirled around them like a phantom barrier.
They both locked eyes in a state of absolute, unyielding arrest. Lucian didn't move, he couldn't even blink.
His crimson eyes remained entirely locked onto his mate's molten gold ones, staring directly up into the face of the magnificent, terrifying beast who was about to slice clean into his chest.
Isabella let out a savage, guttural snarl that vibrated right through Lucian's iron ribs, a sound born of pure, untamed dominance. Her massive white-gold arm descended with blinding, terrifying velocity, cutting through the heavy mist.
For a fraction of a second, the air between them completely died, collapsing under the immense weight of her descent.
