She could still feel it. Three hours, a shower, and a change of clothes later, and Gavriel Sterling's mouth was still on hers like a ghost that wouldn't leave. Some mistakes don't wash off. They just wait for you to confess them.
A letter would have let her tell him from a distance. But Serena Drakenfell wasn't a coward, and tonight wasn't going to change that.
Instead, she walked to his room and whispered, "Can I sit with you?"
Dex didn't look up. He was staring at the fire like it owed him answers, the whiskey in his hand untouched, his bruised knuckles still swollen from what he'd done to Gav an hour ago.
"Yes," he finally said.
She crossed the room and sat at the chair opposite him.
"Dex, I need to tell you something." Her voice cracked, and her eyes already started welling. She had practiced this by herself so she wouldn't cry when she told him, and she was breaking before she even started.
He didn't respond or turn his head.
