Rhydian's POV
I don't go far after leaving the kitchen. I tell myself it's because the council business Adrian mentioned needs handling, but the truth is simpler and less flattering. I need a minute away from her to remember how to think clearly, because right now my head is full of nothing but the sound she made when I touched that mark — low and startled and unmistakably answered by something in me. I haven't felt awake like that in years.
It takes exactly one look at Corwin, waiting for me outside the council chamber with his arms crossed and an expression that says he already knows more than he should, to remind me that whatever's happening between us isn't private anymore, if it ever was.
"You felt it too," he says, not a question.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Rhydi
