The heat in the private bedchamber was suffocating, thick with the scent of wild jasmine, dark cedarwood, and the sharp metallic tang of fresh blood.Caelum’s lips were still wet from her kiss. He leaned down, his forehead resting against hers, his ragged breathing fanning hot across Lyra’s flushed skin. His large hands remained pinned at the sides of her neck, thumbs gently caressing the erratic, hammering pulse at her throat."If Silas reaches the High Council," Lyra whispered, her chest heaving against his bare torso, "he will rally the four allied packs against us. You're still weak, Caelum. The dark silver is still calcified around your core. In a formal Council duel, you won't survive."Caelum let out a low, gravelly growl that vibrated straight through her breastbone. "I don't need my sight to slaughter my uncle, Lyra.""It's not just your sight!" Lyra snapped, her inner wolf surging with protective desperation. She reached up, wrapping her fingers around his large, warm wrists
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