Merrick’s eyes captured hers. “There is no playing in war.” “I know.” Lessia tightened her grip on the sword. “But you and I aren’t at war.” “Aren’t we?” Merrick raised a brow, and Lessia’s face heated. When she remained quiet, silently cursing the cheeks she expected to be bright red, Merrick shook his head. And within a second, he’d disarmed her, his chest pressed against her back as he breathed into her hair. “You should finish what you start, Lessia.” Each word came out on an exhalation, the warmth of his breaths brushing her neck. “Or you might find yourself in a… tricky situation.”
Good heavens 🫣😛
