“You’re incapable of blending, Maevyth.” Again, we found ourselves palm to palm, repeating the same steps as before. “And the scorpion?” “I like the way it feels against my spine.” He slid his hand to the small of my back, and my stomach fluttered at the gentle touch of his fingers there. “I curse Rykaia for bringing you here. And yet, the thought of never seeing you in this dress is a torment in itself.”
