“Just ask your question. I didn’t come here for games.” “Oh, but you did.” He leaned closer, his words whispering over her skin, tightening around her and restricting her ability to breathe. Beside her, Calum wet his lips. “You’ve simply no idea that you’re not a player.” He shifted, coming near enough that she could feel the pulse of his magic in the beat of her heart. “You, my dear Nim, are a pawn.”
