As the servant retreated, Eris turned her glare on him. "You're making it worse. You know that, right? Every time you call them, you're just confirming their suspicions."
Soren leaned in, his nose brushing against hers. "Confirming? Eris, they don't suspect. They know. The guards outside are probably placing bets on whether I'll let you out before the spring thaw."
"You're impossible," she hissed, but her hand found the nape of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"And you're insatiable," he whispered, his mouth hovering just an inch from hers.
"I'm insatiable?! You were the one who... "
"Should I remind you what you said an hour ago?" Soren's voice dropped into that dangerous, dark register. "The way you begged me not to stop? The way you told me you'd never felt... "
"Shut up," Eris blushed, the heat in her cheeks rivaling her own magic.
"Make me," he challenged.
