Kira’s POV
I barely finished the last syllable when the air in front of me snapped like someone cracked a whip made of lightning.
No footsteps, no warning…just a violent whoosh that slammed loose strands back from my face and filled my lungs with the scent of ozone and something darker, like smoked cedar and male skin.
One second it was an empty marble courtyard, the next…Adrian, six-foot-too-much of him, white shirt stretched across his chest, eyes glowing an unholy crimson-gold instead of the usual gray.
I didn’t even get to exhale.
He’s here? Already? No…wrong question. How did he know I’d called for him?
I wanted to ask him but he was too distracted eating me up with his eyes.
His gaze traveled from my eyes and dropped straight to my legs. Then it dragged up the stupidly shor
