“Seems your mate is not up to the task,” he goads. You know what? Fine. I set my drink aside and uncross my legs, rolling my shoulders back and letting the siren wake. She stretches out like a cat basking in the sun. My scales ripple to life along my forearms, and my wings itch to manifest. As soon as my skin brightens, Janus sits a little straighter, his gaze drawn to me. I rise to my feet, power rippling through my veins. “The great Day King,” I say, my voice harmonizing. “So very cocky. Stand for me.” Janus’s brows furrow as he rises to his feet.
