POV RUBY
Sleeping next to Nevan was like trying to rest beside an active volcano. The heat radiating from his body seeped through the silk sheets, and the sound of his deep, steady breathing was the only music in the dimly lit room. I lay there, rigid, my gaze fixed on the canopy of the bed, agonizingly aware of every inch of space that separated us.
He hadn't touched me. Not once. He had kept his word from the night before, and it was driving me out of my mind.
I turned slowly onto my side, trying not to make a sound. Nevan’s back was toward me, once again revealing that tattooed coat of arms that I now knew was the mark of a criminal empire. The shadows from the fireplace danced over his tense muscles. He seemed to be asleep, but with Nevan, one could never be sure.
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