Forgotten your vow already? You don't want me to touch you?"
Emira shivered at the low, cutting words but still did not dare to answer. Her throat felt tight, her voice locked away. Her body betrayed her, aching for his touch with a need she despised, yet her mind rebelled against it fiercely. How was she supposed to explain that? How was she supposed to tell him she hated her own weakness as much as she hated him for exposing it?
Before she could gather even a single word, his hand moved away. The warmth she had secretly craved vanished, leaving behind a sharp chill that crawled over her skin. She heard the faint rustle beside her, sensed the weight shifting on the bed as though he were rolling over, turning away.
