Nina stood frozen in the bathroom long after Rodrigo disappeared back into the room.
Her eyes drifted shut as she leaned against the cool stone wall, her heart still racing wildly from the kiss.
What was she doing?
Each beat hammered through her ribs, making it impossible to think clearly.
This wasn't going according to plan at all. She was supposed to make him trust her, get the Vothraki, and leave before he found out who she was, and here she was...
A frustrated breath escaped her as she fisted her hands so tightly that she could feel her nails digging into her skin.
He was making her weak.
The realization settled heavily in her stomach.
Weakness was dangerous. She couldn't afford to be weak with everything at stake.
You're mine.
Nina shut her eyes tighter as she tried to block out his voice echoing in her head.
She pressed her teeth into her lower lip until pain blossomed there, welcoming the sharp sensation.
