Summer kissed Barton again before sliding off him, tugging at his arm insistently. He was breathing a little heavily, pleased by the reception but also anxious. Summer could tell he was different, and they had so much to catch up on. Barton was struggling to treat his eyes from Summer. His longing for her had intensified, and she radiated power now. She was no longer the innocent girl who would brush her fingers surreptitiously against his at a banquet. Finally, Barton took his eyes off Summer for a moment to get his bearings.
Luca was watching on, looking a little sad, but still smiling. Barton followed his gaze to where Summer and Barton's fingers entwined. Jealous, then. Barton wondered if she'd taken him as a mate. The thought filled him with envy, but he willed it away. Summer would
