He looked at her one last time. His gaze dropped to her lips, hovered there for a dangerous, heart-stopping moment, and then moved back up to her eyes.
"Sleep," he said hoarsely. "I will see you in the arena."
He stood up. The cold air rushed back in to fill the space where he had been.
He turned and walked to the window. He didn't look back. He slipped out into the night as silently as he had arrived, leaving only a fading trail of frost on the windowsill.
Ji'an sat there in the dark, clutching the ice bracelet on her wrist.
Her room was silent again. But her mind was screaming.
She touched her hand, the one he had nuzzled. It felt hot.
"Heartless Dao my ass," she whispered to the empty room, her voice shaking. "That boy has too much heart. It's going to get us both killed."
She lay back down, pulling the quilt over her head. But sleep didn't come.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face. The way he leaned into her touch, the hunger in his eyes.
