Sage turned toward him.
Her violet eyes caught the light from the paused movie, and something in them shifted from distant to predatory as she kissed him.
Her lips pressed against his. Her hand came up to cup his jaw, claws prickling against his skin without breaking it—a reminder of the power she held even in moments of apparent softness.
Kael's body responded before his mind caught up. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer, and Sage made a small sound of satisfaction against his mouth.
She pulled back just far enough to speak, lips still brushing his.
"I'm not interested in fighting all the time like you and Rue." Her smile was knowing—amused, even. "You two enjoy it because you enjoy it. The competition. The climbing. The proving yourself over and over again."
