"Your name is Arik Oberon Lyon," Liam said.
The bells rang again.
Liam spoke over them.
"You are Crown Prince of Agaron. Son of Damian and Gabriel. My fiancé. My mate. A catastrophic idiot who opens spatial boundaries with his bare hands."
Arik looked at him.
For a moment, the sovereign gold in his eyes seemed too vast for one person. Then his damaged hands rose carefully, ether still leaking between the cracks in his skin, and covered Liam's hands where they held his face.
The contact should have alarmed Liam.
It probably would later.
Now, Arik's touch was warm, trembling slightly beneath all that controlled power, and unmistakably his.
Arik smiled, tired, hurt, and slightly arrogant, but so relieved that it nearly broke something in Liam's chest.
"Yes," Arik said softly. "I am Arik Oberon Lyon."
Liam's breath caught.
Arik bent and kissed his forehead.
The gesture was gentle enough to be unbearable.
