Senna’s POV

I moved away from Viktor, crossing the ballroom floor. Verity started to settle the further away from him I got. I was halfway across the room when I felt a hand on my back.

“May I?” It was Kalev’s voice. He was standing in front of me, looking devastatingly handsome in a formal suit. His eyes shone under the lights of the ballroom. His lips tugged into a half smile as he held out his hand to me.

Our mate bond pulsed, stronger than it ever had. Verity whined happily, sensing Orrin.

The word came out before I could stop it.

“Yes,” I said, almost breathlessly.

Kalev stepped...