Arius‘s pov.

Freya’s mouth on mine was a sin I didn’t believe in until it happened. Warm, steady, unafraid—no hesitation, no apology. She turned me by the collar and kissed me like she’d decided to stop arguing with fate for one breath. For one impossible heartbeat.

And of course that is the exact moment her mates arrive.

A sharp whistle cut the air. Freya jerked back, breath ragged, eyes wide. I felt the absence of her like a blade sliding out of my ribs. I ...