The demon blinked, and then it was Knox looking back at her, brows drawn together. "Harper." Her name was a guttural growl.
"Knox, pull back the flames. Now." She wasn't sure whether it was as effortless for him as it looked to be, but a single sweep of his gaze at the fire seemed to have it instantly beginning to calm. It wasn't just calming, it was shrinking and thinning out.
An emotional mess, she dropped her forehead to his chest, panting hard. "For a minute there, I didn't think you were coming back from that."
Sitting them upright, Knox pressed a kiss to her temple. "I almost didn't." He'd had one goal in mind: to get to Harper. He'd been willing to destroy everything that stood in his way. His anger had blurred his thoughts, given him tunnel vision until he hadn't spared a thought for anyone but her.
Not even for his sentinels.
