“The dead has no business with the living,” Caspian snarled at her. “Why are you here? Who summoned you, to earth, to my Kingdom?”

Unveiling her cloak, she walked forward. Towards us, in a red dress, with her chin held up high, sashaying.

“You have no idea, do you?” Lydia constructed. “Oh Ava, you can’t keep things from your own mate?” she said, in a façade of a worried expression.

She was clearly trying to create a problem, and use it to her advantage. But I wasn’t that stupid.

In a fighting stance, my paws elongated from my fingers, so did my fangs from my teeth.

Get behind me. Caspian...