I stared at Damar's outstretched hand, my heart still trying to hammer its way out of my chest. The cool night air felt like a physical weight against my skin, especially where Thalor's arm still held me firmly against his bare chest.
I looked from Damar's calm, waiting hand to Thalor's defiant, glowing eyes.
The difference made me dizzy, honestly.
Damar was offering me a way out, a chance to hide behind the excuse of a 'siren song' and retreat to the warmth of our tent. But Thalor... Thalor was standing there like a pillar of the deep, his grip silent but unyielding.
At this point, I know for sure that my mind is clear. And I know that not being able to push Thalor away as he kissed me was not as a result of being 'lured' by a song.
If I decided to cover it up as Thalor's schemes, what would that make me?
Yes, he did do it before receiving permission from me, but I hesitated. If it were true, I wouldn't have hesitated and told him off right from the start.
