Aire remained exactly where she was, staring at the dark canopy above the enormous bed, listening.
There was no footsteps, no pages turning, and no soft tune drifting from the instrument beside the window.
Only the faint crackling of dying firewood inside the hearth could be heard.
She stayed still for another minute, then another.
She counted to sixty in her head twice and only after did she convinced herself the chamber truly belonged to her alone.
She slowly sit upright.
The blankets slipped from her shoulders, and the kiss returned to her conciousness again. She felt no warmth or longing, but just the memory.
Her lips pressed together before she even realized she was doing it.
She shut her eyes in disgust. She had betrayed her mates, and she wondered if they had felt it.
She refused to think about it.
That chapter had already closed.
