Instead, Jaren cupped her face with his free hand, her golden glow
like a halo surrounding them both as he whispered a single word: “Beautiful.”
Kiva closed her eyes and swayed toward him, unable to bear up under the weight of her emotions. She felt his lips press against her forehead, a gentle, tender brush, just as she sensed her magic fading, his wound now fully healed. Only then did she open her eyes, seeing the affection shining clear in his expression.
“So beautiful,” he murmured again. But this time, there was no golden light. He wasn’t talking about her magic now — he was talking about her.