Then on your knees, clever tempest, Theon answered. But Tessa? Yes? And her voice was breathy even down the bond. Only him. If anyone else touches what is mine, death will be a mercy. She ignored that comment, still focused on Luka across the room, as she dragged his sweatshirt over her head and let it drop to the floor beside her. Then she slowly sank to her knees. I’m not there, but I feel Luka, little storm. Gods, you must look stunning,
