The walk from Marcus's library to the playroom felt like the longest journey in supernatural history.
With every step, the tension thickened. Marcus's hand pressed at the small of her back, guiding her forward, while Kai's uneven breathing echoed behind them. Callum moved like a shadow at her side—controlled, graceful, and undeniably predatory.
Nova, completely oblivious to the sexual tension surrounding her, had been handed off to Thomas with minimal explanation beyond Marcus's clipped statement that they needed "privacy for important discussions."
Thomas, bless his soul, had simply nodded with the kind of knowing expression that suggested he'd lived long enough to recognize when discretion was the better part of valor.
"Important discussions," Kai had muttered under his breath as they'd left Thomas's quarters.
"Would you prefer I announce our intentions?" Marcus had replied with that new authoritative tone that was doing interesting things to everyone's pulse rates.
