SCARLETT

The battlefield was a storm of chaos, fire lashing, lightning cracking, shadows writhing like serpents. Wolves howled, steel clashed, but all of it blurred to nothing compared to the heat of Rowan’s hand still on my chin.

Kael ripped me from his grasp with a snarl, fire flaring across his skin, dragging me against him as though his body alone could shield me.

“You dare touch her?” Kael spat, fire curling from his lips. “You don’t even belong here!”

Rowan’s smirk was ...