When it was just Kiana and me on the road, I pulled her close and kissed her. She melted against me for a moment before she pushed away. “I smell disgusting,” she announced. “I need a shower before you even think of cuddling.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Sometimes I’m pretty sure I still smell of Morven’s blood.”
“You do, and it’s wonderful.”
Rolling her eyes, she climbed into the car, and I couldn’t help but grin. Despite everything that had happened in the past few weeks, I was still in awe of my mate. She could have killed Morven. That in itself was amazing. I could still remember when she was showing me her neck and whimpering submissively. She could have slaughtered Morven, and in the end, she’d understood the politics of a pack enough to let another end him.
She was truly the only w
