Her face was an open book and yet he was still confounded by her.

The look in his eyes as he continued to watch her was anything but shy. It was a combination of possessiveness, anger, perhaps even a hint of dislike, a spark of lust and definite disbelief.

He would fight any Ren to the death, even a brother, if she was to be his prize.

Her magic tingled with an urgency to find her Seven. Their magic was calling to her from their various tribe lands, her heart pulling her in multiple directions.

It would be the height of dishonour if you were to die while your Cankurian mate lived.

Even if he wasn't watching, he would have still known she was shy, just from the noise her thoughts were making in his head.

Even with her asleep, magic rippled between them, beckoning him to hold her closer.

The magic of the Kitsune was calling for her to claim it, own it, perhaps even be consumed by it.

It was hers... her Kitsune... her magic. The magic of all the Kumaris past, present and future.

Trust was something the Kumari couldn't afford. Not with friends, not with her siblings, not even her children. There were only two things a Kumari should trust; the magic that ran through her veins and the love of her bonded mates.