“Uh, no, he is—what are you doing?” “I’m getting ready for bed, Miss Raven,” Caius said, bemused. “I’m not sleeping with you.” Her voice held more conviction than she felt. He looked annoyed. “If you’re sleeping in this bed, I assure you, you are.” That signature smirk returned, and she hated that she loved it. “We can fuck too, if that’s what you want.”
