The Duke's face had gone completely dark with a territorial, protective fury. He yanked his stallion around, his massive hand flying straight to the hilt of his insulated blade.
The silver-white light on the steel hummed aggressively, vibrating in perfect sync with the sheer, unadulterated possessiveness pouring from Alaric's heart.
He didn't care if this entity had just been revealed as the literal creator of all life in the universe; if the bastard was sitting behind Julian on a horse, he was a target.
Norx didn't even flinch. Sitting cross-legged behind Julian's saddle like a petulant teenager on a park bench, he merely rolled his menacing red eyes and let out a loud, dramatic click of his tongue.
His two long tails of dark hair swished lazily over the horse's flanks, and his bushy black hair floated in the air, completely ignoring gravity.
