"Touching," a smooth voice drawled from the entrance of the garden. "Truly touching. The Serpent has found a heart."
Ren stiffened in Syris's arms. She knew that voice.
"Oh god," Ren groaned, her head thumping against Syris' chest. "Not this asshole again."
Syris didn't flinch. He didn't release his possessive grip on her waist. He turned his head slowly, his expression shifting from amorous lover to bored monarch in a nanosecond.
"You are late, Fox," Syris stated, his voice dropping to a glacial chill.
Leaning against the woven gate, looking like he owned the deed to the property, was Vex.
The Red Fox Shaman was disgustingly pristine. His vibrant copper hair was tied back with a silk cord, revealing a face that was sharp, angular, and unfairly handsome. His orange eyes burned like embers, dancing with amusement. Behind him, three fluffy red tails swayed lazily, hypnotic in their rhythm, brushing against the doorframe.
