The air in the cell, already thick with the stench of despair and stale mana, became suffocating. Alexi's world had shrunk to the three feet of cold stone floor between her and the man she once knew.
The man who she remembered from Earth, a presence who she had ignored compared to Killian, the man who she knew was a playboy who'd been with dozens of girls at their school.
Now, in this other world, that boy was now the Demon King.
His face was the same, yet utterly transformed. The softness of youth had been carved away, replaced by sharp, arrogant lines and the chilling, ancient wisdom in his golden eyes.
"No," she whispered again, the word a fragile, desperate shield against the onslaught of truth. "No, you're dead. It can't possibly be you,"
"You're looking right at me," Jax said with a sadistic smile, turning his gaze back to Natasha, who stood beside him, her body radiating a sublime, willing submission.
