“Is there anything to eat?” Lessia jerked when Ardow’s voice jarred her out of her thoughts, and when glass shattered a moment after, she spun around, her pulse quickening. Her eyes collided with Merrick’s, and hers widened when she realized blood dripped from his hand, staining the shards of glass beneath him. And her heart beat even faster when Merrick continued to stare at her, his full lips parting as his eyes trailed down her body, and an urge to hide swept through her.
