"I will show you the way," Atlas said, starting to walk. With Kyra in his arms, Vincent followed him closely.
"I'm heavy, Vincent! Put me down." Kyra protested, tapping his shoulder lightly.
"No, you're not heavy at all. I could carry you all day without feeling a thing." Vincent replied, his voice Cold but reassuring.
Kyra blushed, tightening her hold around his neck and hiding her face in his chest. She inhaled his scent, a mix of the masculine and something uniquely him, feeling both comforted and thrilled.
She couldn't deny it—she was excited. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and his strong hold made her feel giddy.
Atlas glanced back at them. "Why don't you shift into your snake form, fearal king? If we walk all the way there, it might already be night by the time we arrive."
Vincent nodded, gently setting Kyra down. "I will shift into a snake. You can sit on my body," he said, his voice calm and deep.
