Arthur's lips brushed against Sylrathi's, tasting promise and power in the brief contact. Her eyes blazed with anticipation.
"After we save her," he whispered against her mouth, his voice carrying both desire and deadly intent. "After we make them pay for every stolen life—then I'll show you exactly what this new power can do."
Sylrathi's breath caught, her instincts responding to the predatory confidence in his voice. "I'll hold you to that promise, my prince."
Arthur stepped back. The intimate moment lingered between them like a physical presence, but survival demanded focus. He gathered his weapons with practiced efficiency.
"Remember the plan," he said, checking his blade's edge. "You infiltrate, I provide overwatch. Communication through the bond only—these bastards have enhanced senses."
