And it didn’t help when a thrill raced down her back, a flame igniting within herself, and the heat in Merrick’s eyes turned to hunger. Swallowing, Lessia set her sights on the empty chair beside Kerym, but as she neared, the Fae violently shook his head at her, eyes flicking toward Merrick. “Absolutely not. I don’t plan on getting killed today. You go over there.”
