Without waiting for Maegel's permission, Caelum reached out, his cool fingers sliding beneath the hem of my robe to find the bare skin of my ankle. He didn't just touch me; he claimed the space, his thumb tracing the bone with a possessive familiarity that made Maegel's entire frame go rigid.
"I remember you prefer the pressure here," Caelum noted, his eyes locking onto Maegel's with a cold, challenging stare. "To ground you when your mind starts to wander."
Maegel's pupils thinned into lethal slits. "Your memory is a relic, Valerius. I am the one she called for tonight." To prove his point, he shifted, his large, warm hand sliding up from my waist to the curve of my ribs, his palm pressing firmly against the silk of my gown. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear. "Tell them, Lyssa. Tell them who makes your heart race like this."
