Back in the ruins of the Grand Hall, the dust began to settle.
Beneath the massive feet of the Titan, the Seven Houses emerged from the rubble. The Crimsonscales stood tall, their arms still wrapped around the Goldensight members. The Asulfang warriors shook the dust from their hair, their eyes already scanning for a fight.
In the center of the wreckage, Killian finally hit the ground. He didn't just put Cassandra down; he slid her off his chest, where he had been cupping her protectively like a precious child.
The moment her feet touched the marble, the air crackled with a different kind of lightning.
"You! You overgrown mutt!"
Cassandra shrieked, shoving at his chest.
"Cupping me like a baby? In front of the House Leaders? I am no lady! I am a warri—"
"I already know!"
Killian snapped, though his voice faltered as he caught the faint scent of her, soft and sharp all at once.
