KINGSLEY POV
That stunning creature with burning wings just saved my brother.
Keegan was going to die in front of us if it hadn’t been for her arrival. I had seen it happen in slow motion—his body falling like a lifeless puppet, blood painting the sky and the lake below—and we were too far. Too damn far.
But she caught him.
She moved like divine wrath itself, like a flame sent by the gods to rewrite fate. One moment she was a comet in the sky, the next, a guardian angel of fire cradling Keegan in her arms. Her wings scorched the air, her silhouette blazing with power and pain and something else I couldn’t name yet. I stood frozen, every cell in my body screaming to move, to breathe, to understand.
She gently laid him down on the lake shore. The fire around her dimmed, flickered, then
