"The Orion Prince? What in Azazel's infernal name is that?!" Aurora laughed inside Axel's mind. "Is he some sort of constellation prince now?"
Axel found it strange. Deeply strange that the voice in his head could be humorous like this. It wasn't the laughter itself that bothered him, but how natural it sounded. It made him wonder, not for the first time, whether Aurora was really just an artificial intelligence embedded into his system.
But that wasn't his focus right now. His focus was the man standing inside the cage. The Orion Prince.
He had a massive build. Broad shoulders. Thick veined arms that were swollen from constant use. His frame was bulky but not slow looking, the kind of body built for impact rather than speed. His torso was bare, revealing a set of deep, defined abs carved like stone, each movement of his warm-up causing the muscles beneath his skin to shift and tighten.
He wasn't just big, he was very dense.
