I zeroed in on a familiar female voice in the room’s corner. It must have been a consequence of the slave brand, because I could always locate Arabella’s voice.

No matter how much outside noise distracted me.

I could always find her.

“You called for Corvus?” I asked as soon as I pushed through the crowd.

Her breath caught in the back of her throat, and men panted near her feet. I cocked my head to the side, unable to make sense of what I was hearing.

“Who are you?” Arabella asked, her words slurring together.

Rage broiled my blood as she made breathy chuckles. The little brat was insanely intoxicated.

Why could she never take care of herself? She needed keepers.

There was a whooshing noise as Corvus exploded into flames.

Intense heat poured off him.

The last time he’d burned so hot, we’d been battling in the wastelands before the sun god. He was seconds away from losing control, and I moved closer to try to calm him.

Arabella made a breathy sound of pleasure.

What the fuck?

I turned back to her slowly.

Orion’s lips moved against the shell of my ear as he whispered, “The two pathetic blue-haired men are on their knees at Arabella’s feet, groping her ass.”

I thought I’d known rage.

I hadn’t.

Not until this moment.

My hearing went silent as the sound of rushing blood filled my ears.

Then the other sounds came back with a roar.

This was ten times worse than the time we’d caught her with a nymph at the party. Now we knew that she’d just lost her virginity to John in the middle of the arena.

She was basically untouched.

She was innocent when it came to the ways of men.

Yet these fuckers thought they could touch her when she was intoxicated?

Any way you looked at it, it was clear they were taking advantage of her.

They’d waited until she was emotionally vulnerable.

Drunk.

They knew if they approached her in the daylight, she’d turn them down. They were fucking disgusting.

They would die.

“Get your hands off our girl,” Corvus snarled. My mate had come to the same conclusion.