The air inside the tent was thick with the lingering scent of sweat and passion, the aftermath of the firestorm they had just unleashed upon each other. Their bodies were still tangled, their skin damp, their breaths uneven, but the silence between them was louder than any battle cry, heavier than any blade Kaian had ever wielded.
He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her fingers resting lightly against his skin, but something in the way she tensed, in the way her eyes were fixated on a point beyond him, sent a cold ripple down his spine.
He pulled back just enough to see her face, his brows furrowing at the conflict that clouded her gaze, and he whispered, “Chiva… what is it?”
She didn’t meet his eyes immediately, her fingers tightening slightly against the fur beneath t
