"Let's do this somewhere else."
Lexianna gasped the words out, her silver eyes darting frantically toward the massive, unconscious form of Arkin lying on the other side of the mattress.
The thought of engaging in this desperate, biological transaction while her fiercely territorial husband slept mere inches away was too profound a violation of her corporate ethics. The fever was burning away her logic, but she still possessed a shred of self-preservation.
Koa did not argue. The Serpent King's golden eyes gleamed with a chilling, triumphant light.
He scooped her trembling, feverish body into his arms, entirely unbothered by the heavy, suffocating heat radiating from her skin.
There was no violent, blood-red rupture of spatial fabric. Koa's teleportation was a seamless, elegant glide through the shadows. The suffocating, cedar-scented air of the Vaelxuan bedchamber evaporated, instantly replaced by the crisp, biting chill of an eternal winter night.
