FINE," Grayson said quietly, the word carrying the weight of absolute surrender. "But if anything goes wrong—"
"It won't," Kieran interrupted smoothly, already moving toward the center of the room with the fluid grace of someone completely in control of the situation. "Now then, we'll need a more suitable arrangement for this."
With casual efficiency, he began rearranging the furniture, pushing the heavy leather chairs against the walls and clearing a space near the fireplace.
The dancing flames cast shifting shadows across his features, making his golden eyes seem to glow with their own internal light.
"Mailah, you'll need to lie down," Kieran said matter-of-factly, as if he were discussing the weather rather than the intimate violation of her most private thoughts. "The chaise there should suffice. Comfort is important for proper dream induction."
Heat flooded Mailah's cheeks at the clinical way he discussed the process.
