my ear. “Are you satisfied, laird, or is there more of me you have to search?” His gaze drops to the low neckline of my faerie gown, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on my hip. My heart flutters treacherously, and I inhale the snowdrop-scented air, my beaded bodice glinting as it rises and falls with my shallow breaths. I watch his face as his lips part and a low, soft sigh rumbles in his chest.
