"What the HELL?" Blair snapped.
"That was an intervention," Kael said flatly. "I'm a healer now. I'm also a coach. I notice things, Blair. I wish I didn't. But here we are. YOUR pupils specifically were the size of dinner plates because a wolf put his hand on your throat. Adrenaline manufactures attraction. None of this is real. You're welcome."
"Kael, I swear to—"
"You swear to what, Blair? The goddess? She's busy. She's possessing your bestie queen next door. Swear to me instead that you will not let that Beta touch you. That's how I wake up as an uncle. Do you want a bastard son running around? You saw how I turned out. Skin contact leads to pregnancy."
"You don't get to—"
"I GET TO. I'm your older brother. That's how this goes. If he wants to pursue you, then he goes through the proper channels. Maddox's approval. Then mine. I'm the only one in this room making good decisions today. Which does NOT include watching you two fornicate."
