NYX HARROW
{Nyx is alive ... sorta...}
When Nyx woke up, she was pinned between two men on a really comfortable bed. Aris and Kane held her as though she was fragile, but she felt the opposite. She felt strong. Wonderful. Different.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Heaven," said Aris. "Isn't it obvious?"
"I expected less cats."
Kane chuckled. "I'd say she's back." He stroked her cheek. "We're in a safe place. For now. We have much to talk about, sweetheart. But it can wait."
Nyx nodded. Her senses were crazy-sharp. She could smell them. Her boys. Not unpleasant scents. Kane was sandalwood, rich and sweet. And Aris…his scent was a little like hot peppers—spicy and pungent. She tried to draw in a deep breath, to take more of them in, and her lungs refused to expand. Wait a damned minute.
"My heart's not beating," she said. "What the hell?"
"Nyx." Aris's blue gaze caressed her face. "You're okay."
"Did you miss the part where my heart's not beating?"
