Leah slumped onto her bed as soon as she returned home, the exhaustion of the night weighing her down. But it wasn’t the banquet, the dance, or the chatter that had drained her—it was him. Sath. His piercing grey eyes, his smile, the way his fingers had gripped her waist with such precision, as if to remind her who she had once belonged to.
She let out a slow, frustrated exhale, her chest rising and falling unevenly as she fought to steady herself. Her mind replayed every detail, every second of their encounter, her emotions betraying her.
Her fingers instinctively traced the spot on her waist where his hand had lingered, where his touch had seared through the fabric of her dress and burned itself into her skin. She hated how her body still reacted to him, hated how even now her breath q
