XYRA'S POV
His gaze was on my lips.
It wasn't just the flickering torches or the crumbling walls that made me feel different; it was something different, something humming between Astor and me. His eyes which were usually full of playful mischief, were now smoldering with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
His lips were a breath away from mine, close enough for me to feel the warmth, to taste the ghost of his words. "We really shouldn't do this," I mumbled, more to myself than to him. My heart was like a hummingbird trapped in a cage, wings beating frantically against the bars of my chest.
Astor didn't move, but his eyes searched mine, his gaze a plea I couldn't resist. "I know," he whispered. His voice was rough with something raw and real. "But I have to. I won't forgive m
