Daciana

I sit across from Hera at the table in my chambers, trying to process what I’m seeing. Kieran’s hand, warm and possessive, rests on my thigh, his fingers pressing just hard enough that I feel the tension radiating through him.

“I was not expecting the leader of the gypsy witches to show up,” Kieran says, his voice gentle.

Hera smiles, and there’s an enigmatic curve to her lips that makes my skin prickle with awareness.

“But she’s so young,” I murmur, staring at the woman’s smooth skin and bright eyes.

“Don’t let her appearance fool you.” Kieran’s fingers tighten on my thigh. “Hera is older than both of us....