Leah
“Let's have breakfast,” Darien murmured against my stomach. His hand slid from my waist and began working its way under the hem of my shirt, fingers seeking skin with a single-mindedness that had nothing to do with hunger for food.
I caught his wrist. Gently. “Darien. No.”
His other hand found a new route. Up my side this time.
“Looks like they also gave him an aphrodisiac.” Cain rubbed his temples with both hands, his expression settling into the resigned exhaustion of a man who had just fought two stone golems and was now watching his king try to undress someone in a murder chamber. “On top of the hallucinogen. Fantastic.”
“We need to get him home.” I redirected Darien's wandering hand for the third time, pinning it against his chest. He looked up at me with those glassy silver
