Chapter 131: Tiberon Held Her Like A Bouncer

The sound Gavriel made was not words. It was the noise a man makes when his soul briefly leaves his body. The sound of twenty-three years of reckless confidence meeting sudden, catastrophic accountability.

He hunched over, both hands cupping himself, and collapsed sideways onto the floor next to Serena with his knees drawn up and his mouth frozen in a perfect O of silent agony.