I can feel Zane's eyes on me throughout dinner, a weight as tangible as his hand at the small of my back when we entered the dining room. Neither of us touches the elaborate meal much, the tension between us leaves no room for appetite.
When he finally pushes his barely-touched plate away and stands, extending his hand to me, I know exactly where we're going. I’m not going back to my suite tonight. His bedroom. Where he'll complete what the bite on my neck started. Where I'll become his entirely.
'He's been waiting all day,' Nyx murmurs in my mind, her voice strangely eager. 'Conri can barely be contained.'
'At least one of us is looking forward to this,' I reply silently, trying to keep the bitterness from seeping into our mental bond. But there's no hiding from Nyx, she feels my fear
