“You insulted my mate after I warned you.”
The entire festival seemed to hold its breath.
Then Gunner looked between his unconscious father and Menon.
“That was… Damn.”
I stared at my celestial mate wide-eyed.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
Menon turned toward me immediately.
The terrifying killing aura vanished the second his eyes landed on my face.
Softening instantly.
Gods.
The emotional whiplash.
“Yes,” he said simply. “I did.”
His hand cupped my cheek gently.
“He insulted my mate. And no one is allowed to do that, Luna.”
The possessive certainty in his voice sent warmth spilling through my chest despite the literally unconscious Alpha currently lying in broken carnival debris behind him.
Somewhere nearby, Serena’s voice carried over the chaos.
“Raven! Twenty crowns says Professor Kenna appears in green smoke again!”
The Draugr sighed deeply.
“Your gambling problem concerns me.”
And right on cue—green smoke exploded across the midway.
Silence followed the impact.
Not true silence.
The festival still existed around us somewhere beyond the chaos.
Music drifted faintly through the night.
Students whispered in stunned disbelief.
But at the center of the midway—everything had stopped.
Arthur McFadden lay unconscious in the shattered remains of the fried dough stand while powdered sugar drifted slowly through the air like snow.
Gunner stared.
Dr. Childs stared.
My mother stared.
