My fingertips encountered a row of smooth rolling bumps. What the hay? “Clearly I can’t trust Jotun to keep his hands to himself,” Irrik mused. He waved me forward. “Come with me. I’ll return you to our room.” “Your room, and what about the lesson you were teaching me?” Shut up, Ryn! He arched a brow, face cooling. “Would you rather stay?” “Lesson learned,” I blurted. I hurried out of the cell, skin tingling as I brushed past the Drae.
