REMI POV
Being carried through the palace by a blood-soaked Alpha while everyone stared was not how I planned my morning.
But here we were.
He smells incredible, Parrot said. Even covered in blood. What is WRONG with us.
"Not the time."
His arms are so—
"PARROT."
I'm just saying. We're very comfortable right now. Very. Comfortable.
She wasn't wrong. His arms were— I mean. Structurally speaking. They were impressive. And his chest was solid and warm and I could feel his heartbeat and—
Focus, I told myself. His venom is worse. There is a dead body at the stables. This is not a romantic moment.
His heartbeat says otherwise, Parrot said smugly.
Every servant we passed stopped. Stared. Bowed. Then stared again.
Nero ignored all of them.
"You don't have to carry me," I said. "I can
