Lysaa's POV
I felt him before I heard him.
It wasn’t the sound of his footsteps—I couldn’t hear those. Lorien moved with the stealth of a predator, quiet and calculated. No, it was the shift in the air, the sudden warmth that tickled the back of my neck, and the unmistakable hum of his presence that gave him away.
“Nice try,” I said, smiling as I tilted my head slightly. “But you forget—I can always tell when it’s you.”
A low chuckle rumbled in my ear, deep and smooth like molten gold. “You’re getting too good at this,” Lorien murmured, his breath warm against my skin.
Before I could respond, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. A shiver ran down my spine as his lips brushed the side of my neck, lingering just long enough to make my breath hitch.
“Lo
