Before my eyes, the book's form fades. In its place, Grimoire materializes, perched on the edge of the table. Flames lick at his skin, but do nothing to the wood of the table. His expression is distinctly sour as he glowers at Lucas.
"It isn't right to wedge yourself between my bond with Ava."
I feel Lucas tense behind me, his hand tightening around mine.
"I'm not wedging myself anywhere. She's my mate."
Grimoire's eyes narrow. "And I am her magical counterpart. Our bond is just as important. Perhaps even more so."
The way my mate tenses behind me has me scrambling to defuse the situation. "Enough, Grimoire."
Know your place, Selene adds, her mental growl making my eardrums vibrate.
Lucas's thumb traces circles on the back of my hand, and when I glance back, he looks… pleased.
His lips curl up, his face relaxed. In fact, I think I'd categorize him as distinctly smug.
