Celeste Grant glanced up at Javier Sinclair.
'I've had his child, so technically, that makes him my husband (¬◡¬)✧.'
'My husband has a trim waist and long legs... the kind I can touch openly and honestly.'
'I'm definitely getting the better end of this deal.'
Just as she was thinking this, the wind blew his hair sideways, right into her face.
"Your hair is in my face."
Javier Sinclair glanced at her.
He lifted a hand slightly, and a protective barrier formed around them.
The wind stopped.
"Is that better?"
He had lived for hundreds of years, yet this was the first time he had ever indulged someone like this.
"Much better."
Sitting beside her, Javier Sinclair wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close. The White Tiger carried them through the air at incredible speed.
Not far from them, young Aaron Sinclair followed along on his Sword Flight. Seeing his parents being all lovey-dovey in front of him, he rolled his eyes.
'Do they think I don't exist?'
