Dage walked into their room. Zaya was sprawled comfortably on the bed. She lifted her head and looked at him. His breath caught in his throat. She was so beautiful.
“I’m going to clean up,” Dage made a quick exit. He couldn’t be in the same room with her and not want her. He closed the door silently behind him.
He couldn’t get away from her fast enough, Zaya sighed forlornly.
She finally did it. He was drawing away from her.
This was what she’d wanted. Why was it so hard to accept?
Throughout dinner he had sat close, with a possessive arm draped over her shoulder, but he had been miles away. And his only show of emotion had been when he’d confronted Wyllem and Tima. Other than that he hadn’t even looked her way.
His eyes had been drawn to Tajia’s fingers caressing that crystal
