VIOLET’S POV
The night refused to end.
I paced my room barefoot, the marble floor cool beneath my skin. Moonlight spilled through the tall window, pale and sharp, like a blade tracing every thought I tried to bury.
Merrin’s voice still echoed in my head; the way he’d called my name in his sleep when I thought he had already caught me cupping his c*ck. My heart had nearly broken through my chest.
But thank the goddess, he hadn’t woken.
Just sleep-talking.
But wait…
Was it real?
Did he dream of me or was the universe playing some cruel joke?
I shouldn’t have touched him. Goddess, what was I thinking?
My fingers had moved before reason could stop them, drawn to his heat, his quiet sighs, the way his hand had curled over my breast.
Still, the shame burned.
And beneath it, something
