CHAPTER SIX
The house was dark, and only the moon spilling through the curtains lit the room. The light cast long, quiet shadows across the floor, and Amara lay on her bed with blankets tangled around her.
She stared at the ceiling while her thoughts refused to quiet. Last night's kiss and the heat it left behind burned along her skin.
A soft creak broke her focus, and footsteps sounded light and careful as Jace approached her room.
Her pulse jumped, and she pulled the covers closer, pretending to sleep. Every muscle tensed and stayed ready.
He leaned against the doorframe, his silhouette sharp in the moonlight. "Amara," he whispered. His voice was low and husky, teasing her without demand or rush. He simply stood there, watching her.
She did not answer. She held her breath with her
