Annalise’s POV
I’m not trying to lead Archer on. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.
“It’s not like that,” I gasp, surprised at the boldness of my words. “I mean, I wasn’t trying to imply anything. I just, he is technically our son now that you’ve adopted him.”
“Of course, Luna Annalise.” His eyes glow with an inner fire as he smiles down like a wolf about to devour its prey. “I’d never wish to presume.”
The way those words trip like honey from his lips states the exact opposite, as it guides me toward the center of a large dance floor.
“Dance with me,” Kane demands, his hand sliding along my bare flesh to rest in the small of my back. The hairs along my skin rise to attention as tingles rush through my body in a wave of pleasure.
My words fail me as I become lost in the larg
