“Thomas,” Languoreth said, her voice a breathy whisper in his ear. “Come away with me. Now…”
The words served as a dash of cold water, jolting Thomas back to himself. His arms were around the Fey woman, both of them swaying to a slow, sensual song. His heart skipped a beat, tripping out of the heavy, languid beats that pounded in time to the music.
It was hard to tell how much time had passed. He shook his head to clear it and glanced up at the moon. It looked like it had been at least an hour since he stepped into the clearing.
“Ah,” Languoreth said, disappointment in her voice. “I shouldna have spoken, I see.”
Thomas released her with reluctance. His whole body ached for her, but now that reason had returned, he could not allow himself to touch her. “I’m sorry,” he managed, his face
