The silent night seemed to echo after those words, as if the wind itself paused just to listen.
The leaves rustled softly above us, carrying a quiet chill that danced along my skin and made my hair stand. Fenric's hand slid from my neck down to my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies met.
I gulped and then bit my bottom lip—perhaps a little more sensually than intended—but how could I help it?
He was handsome. Dangerous-for-my-heart handsome.
The kind of handsome that made you forget what you were about to do or say. He said words that made him seem like a helpless romantic and I couldn't even respond because I was caught up in that smile on his lips.
"Fenric…" I murmured, unsure what the right word to say in this situation would be.
His ruby eyes flicked to my lips like he caught the slip, and his voice dropped lower, almost a growl,
"You shouldn't do that."
"Do what?" I asked, feigning innocence, though the heat crawling up my neck betrayed me.
