He already knew.
Maybe not the exact words. Maybe not everything. But he saw her face and understood enough.
"What did it say?" Zyran asked slowly.
Isabella swallowed. "My blood can save him."
Cyrus's eyes darkened. "No."
"He needs to take my blood."
"Isabella."
"He has to graze my skin with his teeth."
The whole space went still.
Zyran's red eyes sharpened.
Osiris's mouth opened.
Luca looked between Kian and Isabella with complete disbelief.
One of the guards holding Zara lifted his head slightly, then immediately looked away because this was not something an ordinary guard should react to openly.
Zyran was the first to understand fully.
Blood.
Teeth.
Recognition.
A bond formed under danger.
His face changed.
For one second, jealousy crossed his eyes so clearly that he could not hide it. It was not pretty jealousy. It was sharp, childish, and bitter enough that even he seemed annoyed with himself for feeling it at a time like this.
Kian?
Kian first?
