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The Legacy Cover® By: Juliette Frost
His eyes burned their bright cobalt, lighting up like a magnificent blue fire. His tattoos began to glow, his inner light moving down and igniting the tribal marks in their path.
He looked absolutely breath taking and boy was he pissed.
He was thrumming with a white hot anger so intense he was literally shaking, his hands balled into tight fists. His muscles taut, tense and bulging; ready for a fight. "Get.Your. Hands. Off. Her." His words were slow, precise but rang with a quiet so deadly it would make the most ferocious animals shiver.
"I told you not to piss him off!" I hissed to Max, "You need to let me go- now!"
"That's not going to happen," Max bit out, glaring harshly at Stark. Slowly Max raised his right hand still gripping me with the left. Stark watched the movement closely. "Leave us alone. Let me take her."
Stark scoffed, "Not gonna happen."
Max shrugged, "Then this is your fault." He swung his hand in an upward motion, a massive "whoosh" sounding all around us.
That was when all hell broke loose.