Mated To Valentine
I embrace it.
Heat erupts in my chest, spreading outward like fire in my veins. And then—
A burst of light explodes from me, blinding and fierce.
When the brightness fades, Valentine is still standing. His lips curve in a slow, satisfied smile—but there’s something else in his gaze now.
Something darker.
He steps closer, voice hushed. "Now that," he murmurs, "was beautiful."
This time, I know he’s not just talking about my power.