KERES POV
I had done many stupid things in my life.
A spectacular number, really.
Enough stupid things that if someone ever decided to write them down, the book would need several volumes, a warning label, and probably an exorcist.
But standing behind my mate while she prepared to blow up an underground demonic facility using me and my brothers as emotional batteries?
That was new.
That was a whole new category of stupid.
Sacred stupid.
Romantic stupid.
The kind of stupid that made Samael press against my ribs with his tongue out and his claws ready, because apparently my wolf had taken one look at our golden queen glowing in our arms and decided, yes, absolutely, this was how we were meant to die.
Beautifully.
Dramatically.
With our hands on her body.
Could have been worse.
