Ariella’s POV
I hurried back toward the head table, legs still shaky from Rion’s kiss, lips swollen, core still humming with that stupid heat he left behind.
My eyes were glued to the king again…Edric…standing there like nothing in the world could touch him.
He has no idea how badly I want to touch him.
‘Touch him?’ Hazel echoed, slow and suspicious this time. ‘I’m going to need you to clarify that before I get secondhand embarrassment.’
I rolled my eyes. ‘Don’t start.’
‘No, seriously,’ she pressed, already amused. ‘Because you just came from kissing our mate senseless, and now you’re staring at our sworn enemy talking about wanting to “touch” him? The optics are terrible.’
A low growl rumbled in my chest. ‘Hazel, use your brain for once.’
‘I am,’ she shot back. ‘That’s why I’m co
