Caspian
I swore I would murder Malachi.
He had touched her. I could sense it, the thick scent of her arousal and his clinging to her skin as she walked in.
The rules were clear: keep his hands off her until she made her choice. He wasn't supposed to touch her. He had clearly taken her against her will.
Mate. Adrick struggled to break free, to avenge Kaida's distress. We were both furious at Malachi's transgression.
She wasn't ready to accept us yet, though it was the Goddesses' will. We had agreed to give her time, earning her cooperation through charm. She was still fighting her body's hormones, a losing battle. When the time was right, we would claim her.
We could tease, seduce, charm, but never violate her consent. I chided myself for being lax with her security. I should have
