Bailey settled herself on the rich upholstery of the carriage seat. It was larger on the inside than she expected. Magick. Of course.
She leaned her head back against the cushion, sighing. Her body ached, her skin itched from the dry blood covering her. But her insides buzzed, full from the kisses she had gotten over the past few hours.
She was confused by this aching need for both Jayce and Tobin. She was no stranger to feeling drawn to multiple men, but that was human men. They could never satisfy her hunger fully, so that had made sense to her. She was flirting with danger, but she couldn't stop herself, not where these Princes were concerned.
Silas followed her, draping himself across the seat opposite. He groaned, scrubbing his face with a hand. "Only you can go from being attacked
