LISA
Geneva’s expression was still cool and unbothered. Like I still wasn’t worth the dirty under her shoes.
I didn’t care about what she thought or how she looked. I couldn’t get over Rhysand claiming me again. In front of people. Not as his slave, or mistress or kept woman, but his mate. The thrill running through my body made my heart pound in my chest.
A familiar feeling to what I felt the other day. The tingling between my thighs and tightness in my lower belly. I started to feel it again and almost automatically, my eyes found Rhysand’s in a silent plea.
Plea for what? I have no idea. I just felt like he would know. And he was staring right at me like he did know.
“Can we go?” Geneva asked, her carefully blank fae has now contorted into a frown.
I felt a little for the reaction
