leaning in close. His elongated canines were getting dangerously close to Cassius’s throat when it was Cassius surging up. They were both on their feet, and Cassius was forcing him back and back. His wings ripped free, and smoke appeared on his next exhale as Cyrus’s back hit the wall hard. “Cyrus.” His name was a feral order on his lips. A primal claiming. A demanding possession that again had his fire stuttering, and Cassius took the opportunity to wind his black flames around Cyrus’s magic so tightly, it had no choice but to give in.
