Chapter 166

• Reyana stumbled backward. She trembled as she choked out the question, "T-twins?"
• Rashka's smile widened, devoid of warmth, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. "Indeed,"' he purred, his voice so rich and masculine that it sent shivers down her spine. "But unlike my dear brother,"' he continued, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl, "I have no qualms about getting my hands really dirty."
• The raw darkness that emanated from him could squeeze the life out of her. She could almost taste his darkness on her tongue. It was so potent. More potent than what she had ever felt in her dreams. Here, in the waking world, it felt as if a monstrous entity had been given form, its hunger for cruelty radiating off him in waves.