“Yes, you have. I was suitably impressed by the wall of flame earlier.”
His cocky smile returned, and some of the melancholy lifted from his eyes. “Were you scared?”
“No, I wasn’t,” I said, surprised by my answer.
He let out a long breath. “I know you haven’t always trusted me—both with my fire and with your heart, so that means a lot to me.”
“I do trust you,” I said, and meant it. Although his past reputation with women had worried me at first, I sensed his passion for me more than from any of the other men. Jasin wasn’t the type to hold back—he said what he felt, often without thinking first, and that was one of the things I loved about him. You never had to worry about where you stood with him.
He brushed his lips against mine. “I’m ready for tomorrow. I want to be yours, and I wan
