I basked in the glory of the last conversation I had with my mate. Lycus wasn’t as shameless and ruthless as I was. But he was always true to his words. The fact that we were already declaring our love made our bond even stronger. The Anthora tattoos had glowed at the declaration, pushing our bodies into heat and we ended up in another round of bliss.

Weeks later, feeling cooped up in the villa, I took a walk into town. The sky was dark above and the streets were oddly empty ...