Kyllian dragged a hand down his face. "So let me get this straight. You want me to go back and tell the King…your father…that his only daughter needs more time… with her vampire mate… surrounded by other vampires?" He let out a dry chuckle. "Lovely. Fantastic. I think you mentioned something earlier about squeezing a man's family jewels? Because I'm pretty sure the King will do a lot worse to mine."
Luna laughed a belly-deep laugh that made Kyllian's heart flutter in spite of the doom clouding everything. "I can already picture his face. That vein that pops in the middle of his forehead when he's trying not to shout."
"You think that's funny?" Kyllian raised a brow, but his lips twitched at the corners. "You've never actually seen the King mad. Not real, soul-leaving-your-body mad. You've only ever seen the doting, frustrated version of it."
Luna rolled her eyes affectionately. "He is my father. I've seen him mad plenty."
