Arius‘  pov.

I knew exactly how we looked.

Freya beside me, barefoot and radiant from the spring, wearing nothing but my shirt. Me, shirtless, damp, sword at my side, standing a little too close, my smirk just a little too confident. And them—Dorian and Tiberius—watching with clenched jaws and quickened breath.

Perfect.

Let them seethe.

I turned slightly, making sure they got a good look. Freya stepped away toward Selena, but her scent lingered on me. ...