Kira’s POV
The air in the hall felt thicker now, like someone had cranked the heat and sucked out all the oxygen.
Every word, every clink of cutlery, every slow sip of wine sounded amplified. And under the table, Adrian’s thigh pressed against mine so firmly I could feel the heat of him through my sweatpants…like sitting next to a furnace with a heartbeat.
I tried to focus elsewhere. Really tried. But nothing seemed to keep me engaged. All I could taste was the memory of his growl against my ear. All I could feel was the ghost of his threat curling low in my belly.
Darius was still watching me.
Not blatantly. He was too polished for that. But every few minutes those crimson eyes would drift over, lazy and hot, like he was daring me to continue my little stunt.
And Adrian noticed.
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