The words ring true the second they fill the space between us. I don't think I can express how much I need it.
“I do. My beast, it just doesn't like you to feel so much turmoil alone.”
Goddess, this conversation is dangerous. “Only your beast?”
“And me,” he states, matter-of-factly.
My eyes flit mid‑conversation to Lilith across the room. She stands with regal posture, lips pinched, staring at us with barely concealed envy.
It's then I see it, the jealousy, the malicious intent, the danger.
“We shouldn’t be so obvious,” I whisper. “People will figure us out sooner this way.”
“Why not? They already know I'm courting you. It isn't strange to give you my undivided attention. It would be odd if I didn't.”
“Always getting close to the sun, aren't you?”
“I was born close to the sun,” he
