Seraphine blinked at him, then burst out laughing, a real, husky, disbelieving laugh that shook her shoulders, her chest rising and falling as the sound filled the space between them.
"That's hilarious," she said, shaking her head slowly, still smiling through the lingering heat in her cheeks, her gaze dropping to his mouth. "Because I spent weeks begging you to do exactly that, Voren. Weeks. And every single time you chose his side."
"You made it so much harder for me." Seraphine tilted her head, eyes tracing his lips, his throat, the broad chest she wanted to press herself against, imagining his heartbeat under her palms. "Why now? What changed?"
Voren turned fully toward her, that slow, heated half-smile spreading across his face.
