Zara jolted at the sudden voice. Her wide eyes darted to Devonte and Denzal, searching for any sign that they had heard it too. But they seemed completely lost at the moment.
She was the only one who had heard it. Did she hear it correctly? Isn't that Seraphina's voice? Is she here?
"What's wrong, love?" Devonte asked, his voice laced with concern. Denzal shifted his attention to her as well, his brows slightly furrowed.
Quickly, she forced a soft smile and shook her head. "Nothing."
They smiled back, reassured, and Denzal returned his attention to her, his lips brushing against her neck.
"It will hurt a little," he murmured, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
"But I'll try to make it as gentle as I can." He holds gentle assurances in his tone.
The primal urge to claim her fully burned within him, but he knew he had to be gentle. She still had to bear another mark from his brother.