The ride back to the palace was cloaked in silence, but it wasn’t the same kind of silence that had existed between them before. This silence crackled, charged with something unspoken, something neither of them dared acknowledge.
Freya sat stiffly beside Rion in the car, staring straight ahead, but her mind was anything but calm.
Her heart still pounded, her skin still tingled. Why?
Why had she touched him?
It wasn’t just an unconscious movement. She had wanted to soothe him, to calm the storm that had flickered behind his dark eyes. It had been instinctual, but it had also felt… right.
And then when he had looked at her—really looked at her—she had felt something primal and inescapable stir inside her.
An irresistible urge to pull him in, to close the distance between them, to kiss
