Dennis didn't need to be told twice. "Oh, thank God!" he gasped, breaking the kiss. He grabbed Zoe's wrist and dashed off the balcony.
Ava couldn't help it, she laughed, doubling slightly as her baby bump bounced with the movement. "He really is the romantic sort," she said, shaking her head fondly.
Lucas snorted and turned to the spiritualist. "I believe your work here is done?" Lucas said, his alpha presence making the poor man flutter.
"Ah… the… the mating ritual… they shouldn't be…" the spiritualist stammered, gesturing vaguely at the trail of flower petals.
"They've been fucking since the moment they met," Lucas cut in flatly, waving a dismissive hand. "I think one quickie before tonight won't derail the stars or whatever it is you believe in."
The spiritualist opened his mouth like he wanted to argue then promptly shut it again. You didn't argue with a Raventhorn. Especially not this Raventhorn. Not unless you had a death wish.
