“You only need to ask,” Blaise continued, voice smooth. “I would be more than happy to keep you satiated.”
“Over my dead body,” Kaela forced through gritted teeth.
She pushed herself off the floor and began the slow, unsteady climb toward the upper floors. Staying in the open any longer felt impossible. Blaise was temptation given form, and the bond that already tied her to Ronan did nothing to dull the identical pull she felt toward his twin. One Kingsley brother was already too many. She would not survive entanglement with both.
Nothing could happen between them. Not if she ever wanted to leave Nightreign alive.
“Why make it so hard on yourself?” Blaise asked, amusement rich in every word. He followed at a careful distance—close enough for her to feel his presence, far enough that th
