Morielle could not breathe when King Raithen touched her, but her heart hammered her rib cage that she thought he could have heard it. Their eyes held for a moment before each gaze of theirs went slowly down to their lips. She thought time was suspended at the very moment. She could not even think of anything else but him. Just him. No vengeance. No pulling of the dagger or anything else.
Her mind was just filled by him. His nearness. His touch. His eyes. The way he looked at her.
When she resumed breathing, it was as though she just ran around the Praseketra countless times. And it was not her alone. He, too, was noticeably out of breath.
Morielle’s lips parted, as if unconsciously inviting for a kiss.
The sun was suddenly blocked from her view when he slowly bent. She saw him close h
