The palace had grown quiet after Kane's arrival. But quiet didn't mean safe.
Tania couldn't ignore the tension coiling between her and Devon. Every glance, every brush of his hand, set her pulse racing. She was acutely aware of the space between them, the unspoken rules, and the undeniable pull that refused to let go.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the hem of her clothes. The room felt smaller than before, every shadow and corner filled with anticipation. Devon leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with a predatory calm that made her shiver.
"You're thinking too much," he said, his voice low, almost a growl.
"I am not," Tania replied, though her voice wavered.
Devon pushed off the wall slowly, closing the distance between them. Each step made her pulse thrum faster, each breath hotter. He stopped just in front of her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
