Angel leaned against me and tilted her head back to smile at me. I lowered my head and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Having fun?”

Her smile widened. “They looked cold.”

“And you’re worried that you won’t be a good queen.” I hugged her tighter. “Are you feeling better?”

Angel nodded.

“How’s your mark?”

She was wearing too many clothes for me to see it myself. Curiosity had me reaching for the hem of the jacket, but Lucas stopped ...