I kissed the top of Madison's head and shifted behind her, my lips brushing the delicate shell of her ear like I owned every secret it had ever heard.
"I have to do something before your sisters fully steal me away," I murmured, voice low and dripping with deliberate menace.
She twisted in my arms, those gold-flecked eyes narrowing with the exact expression she always wore when I was being deliciously cryptic and she was calculating exactly how much effort it would take to pry the truth out of my magnificent skull.
"Do what?"
I smiled. Didn't answer. Because why would I? Spoiling my own fun is beneath me.
"Peter."
Still smiling. Still silent. I am a Dark Lord who knows exactly how much power I hold.
"Peter Carter, I swear to God—"
The air to our left shimmered.
