Viper turned to study the delicate, dark haired female that stepped out of the shadows. She was small compared to his mate, but had the same dark coloring in her hair, though her eyes were a vivid green. She gave him a hesitant smile before glancing up at where Zoran was hanging from a branch. Her lips tugged upward as she tried to hide her amusement.
“But, why the lights?” Viper asked in puzzlement.
The slender shoulders shrugged. “Truthfully, I don’t know. I never thought to ask my grandfather,” the woman replied with a slight catch in her voice. “I only know it was one of my favorite times of the year. Don’t you think you should help him?”
“Melina,” a voice called from the shadowed corridor behind her.
Viper watched as the woman’s eyes softened as she turned toward the men walking o
