Chapter FifteenIs Nero about to kiss me?
Am I going to let him?
Why didn’t I have a dream about this?
“You don’t seem well,” he says, his thick eyebrows drawing into a frown. “You.” He looks at Ariel. “Can you take her home?”
Ariel meekly bobs her head—and I’ve never seen this girl do anything meekly.
“Good,” Nero says and stalks away, leaving me in a fugue of anger, arousal, and confusion.
As he walks, he waves his hand, and the music resumes.
Ariel grips my hand a bit too firmly and pulls me toward the exit.
I follow her like a good sheep.
As we make our way out of the club, I practice a breathing technique Lucretia taught me, but it doesn’t help. Lusting for everything under the sun must be even more stressful than public speaking.
“He did it on purpose,” Ariel says as we cros
