Thalina thought the night was over. She truly did. But Zorath had other plans.
The moment she tried to shift away, thinking she could finally sleep, strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his solid chest.
"Where do you think you're going, little one?" His voice was thick with sleep and something far more dangerous—desire.
She groaned, weakly pushing at his arm. "To the afterlife, apparently. Because I swear I died at least three times already."
Zorath chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder. "Then let's make it four."
She gasped, scandalized. "Zorath!"
But he was already nuzzling into her neck, completely ignoring the way she tried to pout.
"You have training in the morning," she reminded him, trying to sound firm.
"I don't care," he murmured, lips brushing her ear.
"You should," she huffed. "You're a lord. You have a duty—"
