Ivara’s POV
I quickly slipped my wrist out of Xlynor's hold, my face contorting. “What are you saying? We were not—”
I didn’t finish before his hand returned. But not to my wrist. It slid around my waist and my breath hitched as I swallowed the rest of my words.
His fingers pressed firmly into my side as he pulled me flush against him. My back collided with his chest as heat radiated through his shirt into my spine.
I stiffened instantly. What the hell was he doing?
I tried struggling against his grip, but he bent slightly, his lips brushing near my ear. “Mess this up,” he whispered, low enough that only I could hear. “And I mess you up.”
My stomach dropped, and I went still… even my breathing stilled.
Across from us, Zoya’s expression transformed into pure horror, as her eyes lock
