The question hung in the air between them, a seductive, dangerous whisper that seemed to silence even the illusionary stars drifting across the ceiling.
Nulissa's crimson eyes, wide and luminous, were locked with his. The leader in her, the part of her that had weighed every decision for centuries, screamed caution.
This was too fast, too intimate, a blurring of lines that could endanger not just her heart, but her entire clan. They still had to finish off all the Elders who were plotting against her after all.
But the woman in her, the part that had been starved of genuine affection, of being seen and wanted for who she was, was drowning in the golden fire of his gaze. He had stripped her bare with his honesty, and now, all she could do was surrender.
