Chapter 39
Rayna
Krayvon didn’t give us a lecture.
He gave us a chart.
Numbers. Lines. A calm explanation of what our bodies had just done like it was a normal Tuesday problem and not two people nearly turning a greenhouse into a sauna with one kiss.
Then he left us in our private chambers with a single warning: “No impulsive bonding. If you spike again, the wards will register it as an attack.”
Which was… honestly fair.
So we sat on the couch like we were waiting for a storm. Because we were.
Miron hadn’t said much since the greenhouse. Not because he didn’t want to, I could feel that. It was because he was trying to keep himself quiet. Controlled. Like any small movement might tip him into something he couldn’t take back.
I watched him from the corner of my eye. Hands clasped, f
