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companions. They had finally landed . . . on his feet, somewhat in the way he had landed beneath Bronte’s.
    She spotted the kittens immediately and made that man-hardening come-hither sound she employed with Isis, charming the magickat hitchhikers her way.
    One kitten, a pure white, bore lavender gray ears, face, feet, and tail. The other had a triangular-shaped head, almond eyes, its fur a red brown near its body and black at its tips, as if charred around the edges, head, and back, but with a full-singed black tail.
    Darkwyn glanced at Vivica. No doubt those kittens came through the veil. They were as otherworldly as cats could get. Winged from another plane, they glowed, despite the sun.
    Bronte could not possibly see their glow or flutterby wings, because she petted them as if the appendages did not exist, her hand slipping through the wings like air, before she scooped them into her arms and cuddled them at her neck.
    She closed her eyes in a façade of ecstasy, enough to make him imagine her at an intense height of rapture, caused by his attention. A fantasy both intimate and sexual.
    Sick bastard!
    While Bronte coddled the kittens, and he wished she would toss him a quick gaze, the sun played tricks with his vision, so it looked as if she, or one of the kittens, cast a beam toward the hauling rope, a trick of light that even his keen dragon vision could not confirm.
    The rope snapped.
    Ogden shouted.
    Darkwyn leapt forward and tossed Bronte from harm’s way.
    With the kittens safe at her neck, Bronte flew over the corner of her property toward the body of water to the left, and—magick—he wrapped her in a bubble, invisible to the naked eye, to cushion her water fall, and spare her the pain of body-slamming the surface.
    All as if in a blink, the freeze she must feel as she sank into the icy arm of the sea, inch by slow inch, ran up his legs and spine, causing him to shiver as the casket slammed into him . Pain jolted his inner dragon with bone-rattling retribution, which brought the beast to life, and his dragon wanted out, badly.
    His wings began to emerge from their muscle sacs. He fought them, and after a hard-won inner battle, they retreated beneath his cloak back into his body.
    His roar did escape, however, a wretched cry of pain, reverberating in an echo that only water could magnify to such a level.
    The fury of his inner beast gave him the added strength to withstand the blow. And though his knees buckled beneath its weight, the casket gave, cracked, and shattered.
    One piece flew through the pub’s large window; the rest scattered like ash from a volcano.
    “I’ll call 911,” Vivica said, her meaning flying as high over his head as Bronte had flown toward the water.
    Bronte screamed. Darkwyn ran.
    He covered her property in one dragon leap and cut into the water beside her.
    She grabbed him like a lifeline, while fighting him at the same time, and he couldn’t help but enjoy their first physical contact, for which he should be pierced at short range with a throwing spear.
    Nevertheless, when he lifted her in his arms, the kittens got slippery, and while he carried Bronte toward the beach near her building, he lost his grasp on the felines while trying to keep his cloak together.
    Vivica and Zachary approached at a run, Vivica’s Isis stopping by the water’s edge to howl until the kittens emerged on their own—slick and ugly as porcupigs. Isis took to mothering and grooming them.
    The black and red narrowed its almond eyes and hissed at Isis. The white kitten abandoned the magnificat’s attention to run in circles, her coat quick drying in a puff like a bunhopper’s tail.
    Vivica cleared her throat. “The white looks like she stuck her paws in a light socket.”
    Bronte, still in his arms, shivered, eyes full, lips aquiver, likely as much from happiness over the kittens’ safety as her own. “Ogden,” she shouted, seeing her worker help people to the curb. “Anyone hurt?”
    “Nothing