TAVRIC
The princess, even in her frighteningly weak state, looks cute with that miniature frown sliding over her expression, her lips puckered in a faint, weary pout.
She says nothing and makes no sound as I hook my arms beneath her and lift her from the dirty alley floor. Instead, she adjusts herself in my embrace, burrowing her nose into my chest.
She sniffs. She purrs. She closes her eyes and relaxes.
Fuck.
Ryker, my wolf, hums in absolute, primal pleasure, practically doing a victory dance in the back of my mind.
"Mine," he snarls with every step I take toward the car.
I round the bend where we've stashed the vehicle, knowing Jaxl is going to have a literal fit the moment he sees me appearing with the Princess of Virelan cradled against my chest.
Will he be surprised? No.
