Liam smiled.
He reached up and took one of her small horns between his fingers, his grip easy and deliberate, and used it to guide her toward the bed.
She moved with it, not because she wanted to, but because her body was still running on a deficit from the last two rounds and her legs were operating at reduced capacity.
He stopped at the edge of the bed and looked at her.
"I could finish this right here," he said. "But that feels too easy." He looked around the room, at the sliding glass door on the far wall, the curtain moving slightly where the door had been left open, the dark city visible beyond it. "I have something better."
She looked at where his eyes had gone.
Then she looked at him.
Something moved through her expression that wasn't quite fear but was adjacent to it. The first time anything like that had been on her face since the elevator.
He walked her to the balcony.
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