"But yes. I am being possessive of you."
She said it without shame. Without hesitation, owning the admission like a badge.
"I have Lila's memories too, you know. Everything she felt. Everything she saw. I remember what you did for me. How you saved me."
Kael turned his head a bit more now, her face close to his, her black eyes meeting his hazel ones in the soft light.
Lital's expression was unreadable, a mask of calm over deeper currents.
"I remember what you whispered," she added softly, her voice a murmur that sent a chill down his spine. "In the dark. When you touched me, your hands gentle on my skin. When you kissed me, slow and searching. When you fingered me, drawing out those gasps I tried to hide."
Kael's breath hitched, heat rising to his face as the memories flooded back—intimate moments shared in vulnerability.
Her voice was a murmur, sultry and sharp like a blade wrapped in silk, cutting through the air between them.