cka

the hall. Brice vanished. Suddenly, the oppressive silen

the picture of relaxed dominance. But h

t wasn't a reques

self was a burning fire in my throat. But one look at his cold, e

e in my body tense. I could feel his gaze on my

filled the cup to the brim. Maybe the hot water w

k to him. As I handed it over,

my arm, making my hand jerk. Hot tea sloshed o

s skin, but he didn't even flinch.

ed, his voice a soft

bbing a napkin to dab at the spi

hat was already bruised.His fingers deftly pushed up th

"It seems my little sister is forgetful," he murmured, his voice laced w

f the night before. Heat flooded my face. I tried

m against my ear. "Do I need to

, the raw power radiating from hi

something

a fragment I hadn't consciously recalled in years, buried deep beneath layers o

peared, asserting a protective claim over me. He had the same cool confidence. And

front of me, at his handsome, predatory face, and tried to recon

m. It had

enly felt different. He

ng recognition, the shock and confusion.

icking up the teacup as if nothing had

good," he

understruck, my entire world