“Are you ready for bed?” he asked. His voice was warm but sent a shiver down her spine. She pulled away. “I think my mind is too busy for sleep.” “Is it?” he asked, raising a brow. He leaned closer, and she took a shuddering breath as his lips brushed her ear. “I can take your mind off things.” She turned her head, and their lips touched. “Bold of you, God of the Dead, to assume I want to take my mind off things.” His lips quirked. “Forgive me, Lady of my Fate,” he said, his fingers threading through her hair. “Please advise how I might be of service.”
