She let her soft fingertips brush gently against the edge of his open shirt.
Kai shifted in his sleep.
He let out a low sigh that sent a pleasant shiver straight down her spine.
The heat between her pussy throbbed in direct response to the quiet sound.
Eliza snatched her hand back like she had touched a hot stove.
Her heart beat wildly against her ribs.
She was acting like a foolish, desperate tavern maid. She forced herself to walk away from his mattress before she did something highly reckless.
'Not tonight,' Eliza promised herself, crawling back into her own cold bed.
'But if he gets us out of this dead village alive, all bets are off.'
She pulled her blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes.
The scratching started right before dawn.
Kai opened his eyes and gripped his dagger.
He sat up quietly because the awful noise echoed from the narrow stone vents near the ceiling.
