20“So lovely.”
Treyan held Alex’s hand, but there was something different about the roughness of the palms, the tightness of the grip. His voice sounded deeper.
She opened her eyes to realize it wasn’t Treyan holding her hand at all.
It was Reylor.
Panic coursed through her as she sat up in bed, still n***d after the previous night’s endeavors. Modesty escaped her as she attempted to pull her hand away from him, her eyes scanning for any sign of the guards that patrolled the palace throughout the night. But they were nowhere to be seen, and Reylor’s grip only tightened, pulling her closer to him as if she were no more than a rag doll.
“I wouldn’t do that, Empress.”
Looking into those red eyes at such a close proximity made the man who possessed them so much more real, and Alex felt h
