Extraits

— Propriété de la Princesse Kit ? dit-il, citant ce qu’il y avait désormais inscrit sur sa fesse. Avec un petit renard qui porte une couronne ?

— Tu as écrit ton prénom dans l’espace entre mes papillons, tu pensais que je ne l’avais pas remarqué ? rétorquai-je, et il écarquilla les yeux, visiblement surpris. On est quittes, maintenant. En plus…

Je cherchai autour de moi et trouvai finalement deux pointes sur sa nuque pour m’accrocher.

— Ça y est, je suis prête. Hue !

Cole tourna légèrement la tête vers moi pour me lancer un regard tandis que Vali agitait la sienne d’avant en arrière, de petites étincelles s’échappant de ses narines.

— Non ? Pas de hue ? Alors je vais la fermer, ça te va ?

Sitting around the kitchen table with my guys, I smiled to myself. It had been such a perfect day. No one was fighting, and more importantly, no one had tried to kidnap or kill me. So, win!

“What are you thinking about, Kitty Kat?” Caleb whispered, taking my hand where it lay on the table between us and smoothing his thumbs over my skin. “You look really content right now.”

“I am,” I replied, not feeling the need to elaborate any further. Around the table, each of my guardians met my gaze, returning all my warm feelings through our bonds. I'd never been so happy in my life as I was in that moment.

“Are you glad we did it?” Cole asked me, tilting his head to the side.

His granite eyes held mine, but they were no longer shadowed with the worry and anger, fear and violence. He was just... open.

My smile spread wider. “So much so. I feel”—I sucked in a deep breath through my nose, exploring the incredible feeling of my six completed bonds—“whole. Like this is how I was always meant to be. Are you?

Glad?”

A moment’s uncertainty rushed through me, but faded quickly when all six dianoch smiled and nodded their affirmations.

“Good,” I sighed. “I was so worried for so long about what would happen when we were all finally bonded, and now...”

“Now you can't believe we didn't do it sooner?” River finished for me with a quirk of his eyebrow. His golden eyes flashed with a light fromwithin, and I craved seeing his true power once more. “I get that, love.

Believe me.”

“Here, have another cookie,” Wesley offered, pushing the plate of freshly baked clove-and-coffee cookies across the table to me. They were my favorite, the coffee flavor not at all masked by chocolate like in so many coffee-cookie recipes.

Taking one, I dunked it in my coffee before taking a bite of the soggy, coffee-flavored treat. Delicious.