He was struggling to find some way to suggest they retire alone without rousing suspicions when Reza spoke. “I want to go into town and find out what’s happening there.”
Eduard’s blood surged at the sound of Reza’s low voice. Pushing away from the doorframe, he added, “I shall accompany you.”
Beside him, Marien let out a derisive snort. “What’s happening there is the same as here. Going out in this is madness.”
Reza turned, and the gaze he leveled at Eduard burned a path straight down the Dutchman’s body to ignite the fire smoldering in his groin. In his dark eyes simmered a challenge, both threat and promise, that Eduard yearned to accept. That gaze pinned him in place like a captured moth, and only when Reza glanced at Marien could Eduard breathe again. He would follow that man to the
