"This is my room, but I used to share it with Estelle." Liah gestured around the space as she spoke, her voice carrying a note of nervous excitement. "I told her that I'll need her to move to another room. I'll have everything changed before we return from the pack."
Corvine's gaze swept across the explicit bedroom, the silk sheets, the ornate furniture, the soft lighting that cast everything in a warm, intimate glow.
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he realized that Liah was already planning her life around his, already making room for him in her world. The gesture touched something deep inside him, something he hadn't known was there.
"Aren't you afraid that I might lose the contest and lose you?" His gaze never left hers, though he maintained a safe distance between them. The question hung in the air, weighted with genuine concern.
