"I warn you, my lord…" Darian muttered weakly. There was a hint of frustration in his voice as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
Lucian's jaw tightened. "What?"
Darian didn't answer immediately. His gaze flicked toward Seraphina lying pale and motionless on the bed, her skin still dusted with frost. "You nearly froze her heart, Lord Lucian," he said, voice low but edged with anger. "Look at her… her flame can barely flicker. Another second of that, and she would've shattered from the imbalance."
Lucian frowned, not liking the edge in his tone. "You said no intimate intercourse, not marriage!" he snapped, clutching the front of Darian's white healer's coat and dragging him closer, "You never said vows could kill her."
