A muscle in Cassian’s jaw twitches as Caelum steps forward, takes my hand, and kisses my skin. His lips are cold, and yet I feel something electric.
“Pleasure to meet you.” He glances sideways at Cassian. “She’s not how you described her. She’s a beautiful feeder—were you afraid I’d steal her from you?”
Cassian lets out a sound halfway between amusement and mockery.
“Beautiful, if you like the bland type.” His eyes stab into mine. “Impertinent and boring.”
“That didn’t really answer my question.”
“I’ve said more than enough.”
“Don’t forget you owe me a feeder,” Caelum says lightly. “You killed one of mine.”
“I wouldn’t have if she hadn’t been a nuisance.”
I watch the exchange utterly stunned, shifting my gaze between them.
“You know your effect on women.” Caelum tilts his head as
