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My hand curls into a fist on top of Vameer’s bare chest. “Who was the asshole who tried to kill you?”

His huff ruffles my hair. “His name is Tosa. And he is an asshole.”

I give my head a little shake, feeling like my hair is caught on something.

Vameer tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, then smooths his hand over the side of my head.

I hum, loving the feel of him touching me. Anywhere. Anytime.

But I still feel like my hair isn’t lying right.

I start to reach up, but then my fingers go to my neck instead.

It all happened so fast. Did I actually jump?

The skin under my fingertips feels smooth.

I don’t remember much after that moment. After the pain hit. But I remember the look of horror on Vameer’s face.

His hand moves to where mine is, tracing over the smooth skin with me. “What you did… It probably saved our lives. But…” His chest hitches beneath me. “Never again, Rune. You never sacrifice yourself for me again.”

I close my fingers around his, holding them at my throat. “I can’t promise that.”

“Sí. You can.”

I sigh. “No, I can’t. Vameer, you are my heart just as much as I am yours. And if I want to⁠—”

His hand darts up past my vision and…

Confusion and pleasure rocket through my body as Vameer pulls my head back so we’re looking into each other’s eyes.

His are serious. Mine are filled with shock.

“You will never sacrifice yourself for me again,” Vameer says seriously.

But I’m not listening.

I reach up and grip his arm, gasping. “Vameer!”

My breath is coming out fast. Our hearts are beating freely. And the pressure of something tugging against my skull is making my blood sizzle and my core throb.

I slide my hand up his forearm to his hand.

To…

I stare into my mate’s eyes as my fingers touch something hard.

“Vameer,” I whisper this time.

“Prinsessa,” he whispers back.

Choking on an inhale, I scramble up and sit on Vameer’s chest so I can reach up with both hands.

“Holy shit.” I’m still whispering.

Vameer is smiling up at me. “Horns.”

I slide my hands up, feeling the pointy tips. “I have horns.”