[Lavinia's POV—Dawnspire Wing—Lavinia's Chamber]
The air between us went still. Not the comfortable, romantic kind of still—no, this was the murderous kind.
The apple slipped from my hand, rolling pathetically across the ground like it was escaping the scene before things got ugly.
I narrowed my eyes, just to make sure my ears weren't conspiring against me.
"What… did you just say?"
"You," Rey repeated, stretching the word out like a lazy cat pawing at a trapped mouse. His smirk could have been arrested for indecency. Then, leaning in just enough for me to smell trouble, he added, "I said… I want you, princess."
Oh, he did not just—
My jaw tightened. My fist clenched. My entire bloodstream turned into boiling lava.
"Hah…" I let out a laugh so hollow it could have been used as a haunted house soundtrack. "I… can't believe… what I'm hearing."
Rey just sat there, looking like the human embodiment of a wink.
