Other immortals were watching.
The rival gods whispered in their hidden sanctuaries, sensing the surge of Seris's power and Mason's obsession. One said, If the Sovereign cannot control her, she must be destroyed.
Mason did not flinch.
Instead, he smiled—calm, confident, obsessive.
"Let them come," he murmured, leaning over Seris. "They will learn what it means to touch what is mine."
Seris shivered at the intensity in his gaze. Protective. Possessive. Terrifying. And somewhere in the dark, exhilarating.
The shadows shifted. The Abyss waited.
She had power.
He had obsession.
And the world—or what remained of it—was about to burn.