“Kiss Aedan.” Saba’s voice was soft, but with the quietness hanging over the pool, it carried. “Or Blackwood.” Vice froze. Her heart was somewhere in her feet—no, further down, squelching in the mud under her toes. Saba stared back, mouth flat, brows tight. That look. This wasn’t a game anymore. Was Saba asking her to prove she didn’t have feelings for Knigh by choosing Aedan?
