With his grip still tight on her wrist, he leaned in, his breath warm against her cold lips, making her heart beat in triple time. “How often do you dream of me, Rune?” The look in his eyes made her ache with longing. More often than I’d like. Seeing how she shivered, Gideon let go of her wrist. When Rune didn’t lash out with her knife, he tugged off his jacket and dropped it over her shoulders. Rune glared at him. How dare he be kind on the eve of his betrayal.
