“No one asked you,” I snapped. “Or you, Casteel. I am an adult. A Queen and a Primal god. I do not need to ask permission of either of you.” The sharp edges of Reaver’s frills skimmed the ceiling as he tilted his head. “All of what you said is true,” Kieran began. “The only thing I agree with is that you are a Queen and a Primal god.” Casteel’s unflinching gaze remained locked on me. “However, you are not behaving like an adult.” “Here we go,” Kieran muttered.
