“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, ...