Chapter 137

Lusia Dane's heat still pulsed inside of me, making me strangely aware of everything we had just shared, raw, desperate, and reckless. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, thighs shining, body still buzzing from the aftereffects of both pleasure and all of that newfound bravado. My hands shook as the raw cuts on my palms throbbed while I pulled the blanket over my bare skin. There was silence, and the torch was throwing eerie flashes like the wind through the flute onto the stone walls, but my mind was in utter chaos. Kiara, the warning of the veiled woman, and the torrid spill of Dane's climax. I had asked for it, wanted to feel him, to establish some foothold against the doubts that were feasting on my conscience, but now in the stillness, it felt like my emotions had barefaced exposed me. His icy blue eyes grew unusually heavy with observation; surveying the slope of my shoulder, the dishevelment of my hair. It wasn't lust. I had seen plenty of that from him. Rather it was somethin