Morning light spilled through the high windows like molten gold, chasing away the shadows of the night. Seraphina stirred, her body aching, her skin marked where his mouth had claimed her. Every shift reminded her of the fire Kael had left burning inside her, a heat she wanted to deny, to smother, to erase.

But she wasn’t alone.

Kael’s arm was draped across her waist, heavy and possessive, pinning her to the sheets as though he knew she might run. His breathing was steady, deep, but there ...