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The note burned in my hand, the dark purple ink catching the flickering firelight of our bedroom.Caspian didn't tear the paper from my fingers. He didn't roar or throw the marble box across the floorboards. He simply reached out, his massive hand closing over mine, his broad palm flattening over my knuckles until the paper crumpled into a tight ball between our palms.The heat coming off his bare chest was instant and suffocating, a heavy wall of male dominance that wrapped around my shoulders like a thick blanket.His silver eyes locked onto the leather-bound diary resting on the purple velvet inside the box."He thinks he can buy your attention with old paper," Caspian said, his voice dropping into a quiet, dangerous thread of sound that made my chest tighten. "He thinks bringing some ancient knowledge into my house gives him a right to summon my mate into the dark.""It is my mother's diary, Caspian," I whispered, turning my face toward his che

The hearth fire threw long, golden light across the dark furs of the bed, but the heat between Caspian and me was hotter than any burning timber.He carried me from the door to the bed, setting me down gently, but his body never left mine. He hovered over me, his massive frame blocking out the room, his dark leather tunic discarded onto the floorboards alongside his broadsword. His broad, bare chest was still flushed from the cold mountain air, his muscles tight and trembling with the restraint he was holding over himself.His silver eyes searched my face in the dim light."Say it again," Caspian rasped, his voice thick and ruined with emotion. His big hands framed my jaw, his broad thumbs smoothing over my cheekbones, pressing with a desperate, possessive pressure that made my breath hitch."I am yours, Caspian," I whispered, my hands rising to grip his broad shoulders, feeling the steady, powerful thud of his heart beneath my palms. "I am only yours."

High King Valerius did not argue with my acceptance.He simply inclined his head, his dark hair falling across his forehead, his violet eyes gleaming with a quiet, dangerous satisfaction. He looked at Caspian, whose big hand was still locked over my hip with enough pressure to bruise, then turned and walked out of the High Assembly Hall with his twenty obsidian-armored guards trailing behind him.The lords of the High Assembly stood in stunned silence as the double doors closed behind the Eastern delegation.Caspian didn't wait for Lord Corvin to speak, nor did he look at Ezra or Alpha Martha. He lifted me in his left arm, sweeping my plum velvet skirts off the black granite floor, and carried me out of the hall through the private gallery exit. His long, heavy strides ate up the stone corridor, his broad, bare chest heaving against my shoulder, his skin radiating a scorching, furious heat.He carried me straight back to our master suite, kicking the heavy oak door shut behind us with

The footsteps were soft, precise, and completely unhurried.I turned slowly, my boots digging into the bloody slush beside Caspian’s motionless body. My hand went straight to the small, sharp blade Theron had given me, my fingers closing tight around the hilt until my knuckles turned white.The violet smoke from the dead stag’s chest was still drifting through the pine branches, thick, sweet, and heavy with poison. On my right, High King Valerius lay crumpled in the snow like a discarded cloak, his violet eyes closed, his breathing shallow.Beside my boots, Caspian was flat on his back, his broad, bare chest barely rising, the silver in his eyes drowned under a dark, drugged sleep.They were helpless. Two of the most powerful males in the High Realm, laid out on the frozen dirt by a trick buried inside a monster’s ribs.Through the mist and the dark trunks of the pines, four figures emerged.They did not wear the dark silver mail of Thorncross or the gold furs of the South. They wore

Vespera’s painted lips parted, but no sound came out.For two full seconds, the polished, unshakeable composure she had maintained since arriving at Thorncross Keep shattered completely. Her golden-grey eyes widened, sweeping over Caspian’s bare, scarred chest, the unbuttoned collar of his leather tunic, and the undeniable, fierce silver light burning in his gaze.She was not looking at a dying King. She was looking at the Beast, whole, lucid, and radiating a physical dominance that filled the entire gallery.Her gaze dragged down to me beside him. I stood pressed into Caspian’s side, my plum velvet gown slightly rumpled, my dark hair falling in loose waves over the white fox fur collar, the silver First Moon Seal sitting heavy and warm above my heart.The scent of our recent passion filled the cold air between us, an intimate, shameless statement of who we were to each other.Lord Kenneth stepped back so fast his heavy velvet sur