A searing heat surged through Cassian's body, crawling through his limbs like fire ants burrowing into bone.
Lyla's figure blurred before his eyes, splitting from one into two, then three, circling him on every side.
Cassian's vision spiraled as he gripped his sword on instinct and demanded, "What did you give me?"
Lyla answered in a coy sweetness he had never heard from her before. "A love potion. Something to make you want me the way I want you."
He summoned every ounce of strength left in his body and shoved her away. "Report yourself for twenty lashes. Or I will."
Lyla pulled off her armor, bared the scar on her shoulder, and threw herself against him. "You kissed this once. Kiss it again. Prove to me that I haven't spent four years wanting a man who never wanted me back."
Cassia
