Chapter 137

Solomon couldn't stop his face from breaking into a massive grin.

  Leave it to Victoria to let them all think she was dead and then be resurrected in such a dramatic fashion. 

She would definitely looked better; she had a huge gash above her temple and blood still leaked from the wound in her side, but the fire in her eyes was the same as it had always been.

  His father's eyes were locked on Victoria, and Solomon could tell that he wanted nothing more than to run to her and wrap her safely in his arms, but they had more pressing matters to attend to.

  Saving her from Harry's wrath, for example.

"Let my sister go," the witch beside Harry demanded.

Solomon watched with pride as Fiona's brow creased and the knife pressed harder against her prisoner.

  "I don't think so," she spat venomously, her lavender eyes flashing.

He knew there was a reason he adored her.