KIERA'S POV
No matter how much Tyler tried to hide it, Kiera knew something troubled him. A concerning mystery that caused him to stare at the wall in silence, that gave him the grace to deny her his body even when she went as far as humping his legs. Horniness was a bitch.
And it had everything to do with the puny, little damsel from Frostone. The embattled mate to the twin bastards.
So, on that very fateful night filled with a lot of possibilities she never imagined, Kiera skipped along to her bossom friend's cottage on Darkmine mountain. No invitations necessary, of course.
The face behind the door wasn't welcoming. It twisted into a scowl. "Oh, it's you."
"Miss me already?"
Scowl turned into a full-on snarl. "I thought I told you not to return."
"No one tells me what to do." She slipped in through the gap between Saviana, complete in her pile of scarves and robes, and the door frame. "Isn't it too warm in here to be padded up like that?"
