“I see you already went through the trouble of…resuscitating the prince,” Jassyn said to her. He glanced at the pool of blood, to Vesryn’s bare chest, and then back to her. “Charming.” Disapproval wrinkled his brows. “Am I still needed or…?” “Yes,” Serenna said quickly, a flush racing to the tips of her ears. “No,” Vesryn growled, like a dog possessive over a bone, hands clamping down on her hips. Jassyn rolled his eyes, muttering to the stars to send him strength, but hurried over. Not bothering to skirt the blood, he kneeled beside them while Serenna swiveled off of Vesryn’s lap.
