*Mine.*
Kael caught me again, his arm around my waist to keep me upright. That small touch...
Sandro's head snapped to Kael's arm around my waist. The temperature in the ballroom dropped twenty degrees. The red lanterns flickered. The wine in glasses turned to ice.
General Rhys shot up from his kneeling position and took a step towards the dais, his face pale.
"My King..." he whispered, warning.
Seraphine had seen it all. She had seen the way her King looked at the werewolf Princess in the red gown. The way he cracked his own banister. The way he whispered a name he had never spoken before.
Her violet eyes, fixed on me, turned from annoyed to murderous in a heartbeat.
"King Sandro," she said loudly, sweetly, standing up from her throne and walking down the steps towards me, her own
