Rhazien let go of her, and her feet hit the wooden floor with a soft thud. She wobbled, just slightly, catching herself before she could stumble. Her spine straightened, shoulders drawn tight, chin tilted up with practiced defiance.
I watched closely.
She didn’t fidget or blink, but the way her fingers twitched by her side gave her away.
She was trying to look ready. But in truth, she looked untouched and unbothered.
Even though her chest lifted off with every shallow breath, the way her throat moved as she swallowed hard. Her body knew what her pride refused to admit.
She stood like she was armored, but all I saw was her nakedness.
I leaned back on my chair, my fingers drumming against the ancient wood of the armrest. Her eyes darted around to the ceiling, the floor, avoiding
