Keya's POV:
After Rhys paid for all the three dresses, because they weren't sure what they loved best, we drove away, and the car stopped in front of a hotel.
"We will rest for a while," Rafe said as we stepped out of the car. The hotel was luxurious, and walls reflected us as we walked into the elevator.
When we stepped into the suite, the air changed.
Something shifted—like the moment before a storm when the sky holds its breath.
Rafael closed the door with a soft click, and Rhys was behind me instantly, his hand sliding along my bare arm as he leaned in to murmur, “You didn’t say much in the car.”
“I was thinking,” I said.
“Dangerous,” Rafael teased, shrugging off his jacket. "About?"
“A lot of things,” I murmured, meeting Rhys’s eyes. "Especially how I would love to drag James
