KAELEN’S POV
The heavy oak doors clicked shut behind me, completely sealing out the frantic, echoing chaos of the council corridors. I dropped the leather-bound security ledgers onto a nearby table, the solid thud barely registering over the intense, roaring harmony of the triad bond that instantly flooded my senses.
The dressing suite was warm, bathed in the rich amber of the afternoon sun, but the real heat in the room was centered entirely on the woman standing by the tall mirrors.
Kenna looked breathtaking. She was wearing a gown of heavy, midnight-blue silk that trailed magnificently across the stone floor, the fabric cut with a proud, sovereign breadth that perfectly shielded the small, precious secret growing beneath her ribs. Killian had already pinned her against his chest fro
