SAMANTHA
Jayce held me tight against his chest. His wings were still spread wide, golden feathers catching the light from the halos behind the thrones. We were high up on a ledge at the far side of the room. Far away from Darlington. Far away from Finnian.
Far away from everything.
I could not breathe.
Not because I was scared. Well, maybe a little because I was scared. But mostly because Jayce's arm was wrapped around my waist and his face was buried in my hair and he was sniffing me.
Like a dog, like a wolf and like a mate.
"You smell heavenly," he murmured against my neck. "That mate scent. I could drown in it."
I wanted to push him away. I wanted to scream and I wanted to run.
But my body would not move.
Then I heard wings.
Darlington rose from the floor below. His dark wings beat once, twice, and then he was hovering in front of us. His golden eyes were hard.
"No," he said. "No way in heaven are you having her all to yourself."
