Chapter 556 - Dawn in Tangled Limbs (2)

Arielle hesitated at the threshold, her spectacles fogging in the tent's warm air, her heart pounding with a thump thump. Lyan stood beside her, his scar glinting in the dusk, his half-smile a quiet invitation. "Come, Arielle," he said, his voice a low rumble, his hand brushing her arm with a brush brush that sent a shiver through her core. She nodded, her cheeks burning, the plug pulsing within her like a second heartbeat, her cave throbbing with a shy anticipation. She ducked into the tent, the rustle rustle of canvas enveloping her, the air thick with the scent of sweat, thyme, and leather.