“She tastes different,” Asher sneered as he brushed past me, “but I’ll admit... she tastes sweet and heavenly.”

I didn’t move.

I didn’t growl.

I didn’t even look at him.

Because if I had, Kai would’ve broken every single bone in his annoying smug, aristocratic body.

And I didn’t want his blood on Kira’s hands. Not today.

But the temperature in the hall dropped, and the silence that followed was carved from tension so thick I could taste it.

My jaw clenched, and my teeth continued grinding together as Kai stirred, snarling low in the back of my mind.

'Let me out,' he whispered, his voice dark and hungry. 'Let...