Zara’s POV
My pulse needed discipline. It has the tendency to hit at the most inconvenient times.
Greyson’s mouth was still near my ear, his hands still at my waist, and the courtyard was still full of people watching us after we had just weaponized intimacy.
Inconvenient timing indeed.
I stepped forward quickly.
Mostly to create tactical distance.
“Focus,” I said.
His voice behind me was maddeningly calm.
“I was.”
Davon emerged from the broken barrel covered in splinters.
“I would like to report that whatever this is between you two is now a military asset.”
Kael, sitting against a cracked pillar and holding his jaw, muttered, “I hate that he’s right.”
Selene wiped blood from her blade.
“Where is Morvena?”
Good question.
The shattered gate smoked where the blast had thrown
