Kade’s rest was punctuated by visions of Lyra in the water with him instead of Nesrin. The grip of her hand beneath the glassy surface, the swell of her pale breasts, her silvery hair cascading down her shoulders-
“Wake up,” Nesrin’s voice chided, cutting through the hazy fog of his dream. The wry smile upon her lips as he opened his eyes made him wonder if he’d talked in his sleep. Her eyes raked down to the very visible tenting in his pants as she patted it teasingly. “Maybe you should have taken the offer last night.”
Before he could protest at the touch or make excuses about why he couldn’t, she was already out of the tent calling, “I know, I know. You have someone to find.”
He quickly pulled his things together and shoved them into his bag before leaving the shade pavilion he’d sle
