Raven didn’t finish work until night had fallen. The last rays of sunlight had already disappeared behind the distant mountains. Truth be told, he didn’t have to stay that late, he was just avoiding going back, not wanting to face Cara’s presence.
The moment he stepped into his private quarters, his gaze landed on a small figure kneeling on the floor, carefully scrubbing each stone tile. Under the dim glow of the wall lamps, Cara’s black hair hung loose, damp with sweat. The coarse fabric dress draped over her body, outlining her delicate curves and small shoulders that trembled slightly with each breath.
The sound of iron-soled leather boots echoed against the marble floor. Hearing the noise, Cara looked up, and saw a pair of powerful amber eyes staring down at her.
She parted her lips
