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“A fucking gorgeous little⁠—”

“Damian.”

His grin is enormous. I point at him.

“We will discuss this later.”

“Looking forward to it.”

Of course he is.

Melida makes a disgusted sound.

“This is grotesque.”

My head snaps toward her. So does my tail.

“Oh, shut up.”

“You've turned yourself into a monster.”

Damian's amusement vanishes. But before he can move, Melida's gaze slides toward him again.

Down his chest. Over his body. Like she wants him. Like she can have him. Take what’s mine. Again.

Oh.

Hell.

No.

Golden-red magic explodes into my palm. I don't think. I throw.

A ball of magic streaks across the garden. Melida shrieks and jumps sideways as it blasts into the ground inches behind her heels.

Smoke curls from the grass.

Everyone goes silent.

I stare at my hand.

Holy shit.

Then I look at my sister.

“Don't look at my mate again.”

Melida's mouth drops open. I point toward the smoking patch of grass.

“Or next time that lands in your hair.”

Damian goes utterly silent beside me. I glance up. His eyes are blazing.

“Are you hard?” I whisper.

“Um, fuck, yeah,” he growls, staring at me like I’m better than porn.

“You are.”