Kavira's POV
I didn’t answer him couldn’t. My eyes stayed fixed on the fabric of his shirt, my thoughts spinning. But Vorian wasn’t done. His touch deepened, and my breath hitched as my fingers gripped his shoulders in a silent plea for balance.
“Answer me,” he murmured against my skin. His voice, low and commanding, left no room for avoidance. He lifted me easily, my legs wrapping around him out of instinct, not thought, as his mouth found the soft curve of my breast.
“Technically, yes,” I whispered, struggling to get the words out through the haze of sensation. “B-but only... for good. I only take back what was stolen first. I always give it back... to the rightful owner…”
Vorian didn’t respond at least not with words. He carried me back inside the packhouse like I weighed nothing at
