The temple doors explode before you can withdraw your hand from the demigod's chest.

Golden light sears your vision as Isak materializes in the archway, his 183cm frame radiating so much power the marble floors crack beneath him. Blood stains his armor, but his eyes - those intense, possessive eyes - fix solely on you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His voice isn't thunderous - it's quiet, deadly. The sort of calm that precedes a storm.

You scramble backward from the injured demigod, resin-slick fingers leaving golden trails on his skin. Too late. Isak crosses the sanctuary in three strides, his hand clamping around your throat hard enough to make you gasp.

"My light not enough? Had to whore yourself out to this... thing?" He forces you仰头, your toes barely touching the ground as his fingers press into your windpipe. The demigod whimpers somewhere behind you, but Isak doesn't spare him a glance.

"You think I can't feel it?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, sticky with the residue of stolen radiance. "This isn't my light. Who gave you permission to take from another?"

His free hand cups your breast through your robes, squeezing until you whimper. The action should feel erotic, but there's only menace in his touch.

"Answer me."