The healer peeled back the blanket, touching Guinevere's arm for her I.V.
Kael's entire body snapped tight, eyes flashing gold, aggressively ignoring his dragon.
That man dares put his hands on our mate? BURN HIM. SLOWLY. THEN AGAIN.
When the healer left, he checked on her one more time. Cassian's blood was already helping her. More color was coming back to her face.
He kissed her forehead on pure reflex, then realized what he was doing and jerked away like he was caught mid-crime.
His dragon rumbled, irritated.
We lay with her.
He let out a long breath. Fucking hell. When she woke, not touching her was going to be hard.
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Three seconds. That's how long the peace lasted. Three seconds between closing her door and hearing the first sound of organizational collapse echoing up the stairwell. A new record for the worst goddamn Keep he'd ever set foot in.
By the time he reached the great hall, he'd counted fourteen problems.
