The words hung in the air.
Caelion went still.
His green eyes darkened. His bare chest stopped moving. For a moment, he did not breathe.
Then he smiled.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
"Say that again," he said.
Samara's heart hammered against her ribs. Her chin was still lifted. Her shoulders were still straight. But inside, she was trembling. Her fingers curled into her palms. Her breath came shallow and fast.
"You heard me," she said.
Her voice was steady. She was proud of that.
"I want to hear it again."
She stepped closer. Her bare feet pressed against the cold stone floor. His shirt hung loose on her body, slipping off one shoulder, revealing the mark he had left behind. The bruise was still there. Still his.
"I said," she paused, holding his gaze, refusing to look away, "you are going to marry me."
Caelion rose from the bed.
