Kamrynn’s POV
Lorien watched me intently, his grip iron as if expecting me to wrench my arm away and run now that I got what I wanted. But I don’t hesitate.
“Relax, will you? How am I supposed to bless you if you break my arm?” I tut.
He low-key glares at me but grudgingly lets go.
“Could you crouch for me a little? You're built like a pole while I happen to be on the shorter side.”
His lips twitch like he's about to retort but seems to decide against it, crouching down so he's at my level.
I place my hand on his head, resisting the urge to run my fingers through his silky hair. A deep hum vibrates in my chest, low and ancient, as if something far greater than myself stirs within me. Aryna is quiet, letting me take full control, but I can feel her power threading through my veins.
