He had shed his formal council furs. He wore only a loose black shirt, the collar unbuttoned to reveal the sharp lines of his collarbone, and his dark trousers. His jaw was set, a dangerous, beautiful smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"You're awake," his voice rumbled. It wasn't a question. The sound was low, vibrating directly in my chest, carrying the exact same heavy, dominant weight that had made my toes curl through the mind link hours ago.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows, letting the duvet slide down just enough to expose my bare shoulders, my heart instantly kicking into overdrive. "The meeting is finally over?" I teased, keeping my tone light, though my pulse was racing.
Demetrius walked toward the bed, his movements fluid and entirely unhurried, like a wolf cornering i
