Lyra's POV
Orion's mouth left mine with a slow, wet sound. The air felt cold where his lips had been burning hot. I was breathing hard, hands still gripping his shoulders. Raphael pressed against my back, solid and warm, his heartbeat pounding against my spine.
"We'll pick this up later, little mate," Orion murmured, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. His eyes were dark, pupils wide. "When we're not dealing with a security breach."
Raphael pressed a hard kiss to my neck. "Go back to your room. Stay there."
Then they were gone, moving fast and silent out of the arcade. I was alone in the shadows with only the ghost of their touch. My body felt strange—awake, buzzing, humming with energy that was equal parts fear and want. I smoothed my dress with shaking hands. Go back to your room. It w
