KATHERINE POV
Hator was carrying Kingsley so gently toward the other side of the field, her wings slicing through the cool night air with graceful precision. Our flames licked over his skin in harmless caresses, a protective heat that shimmered in streaks of gold and red across his arms. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he smiled up at me.
“I love your fire,” he sent through the bond, his voice lazy and amused. “I got the hottest mate on Earth.”
I rolled my eyes, but my lips twitched. “Bit lame as a joke, Kings.”
“Just the truth, princess.” He purred the words, all confidence and swagger, and for a brief moment, I wanted to swoop down, shift back, and kiss that stupid smirk off his face. Gods, he knew how to pull me in.
But then—everything changed.
A pulse of anxiety. Not mine. Not Hator’s
