One more breath and they would shatter.
Lorraine gasped suddenly, as if surfacing from deep water. The haze of desire clouding her eyes thinned, burned away by a thought she had pushed aside too long. Clarity struck sharp and cold.
"Do you think the Dowager is behind the emperor asking you to lead the investigation?" she asked, voice low but steady.
Leroy stilled, blinking at her. They were practically tangled in each other, breaths mingling, her hand still lingering against his skin. And yet, this was what his clever little wife chose to ask?
"She let me know it was her," he said finally. His tone was firm. He hadn't taken it as an accident.
Lorraine's lips parted. "The Dowager knows, doesn't she? She knows I'm the Divina."
