Soft moonlight spilled through the gauzy curtains, painting Marcella's chamber in silver streaks. She tossed on her bed, wrapping herself in the cocoon of her thick velvet sheets.
Marcella felt like she could sleep in peace for the first time in weeks. But her peace was disrupted soon.
"I know what you taste like now." Her skin grew hot at the familiar sultry drawl fanning against her earlobes from behind.
Marcella jerked violently, whipping her head toward the sound. Heat bloomed beneath her skin, instant and uninvited.
Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his black inky irises that stared down at her—close. Too close.
Berith.
????
He was above her.
Marcella's body tensed instinctively, her limbs stiff beneath the sudden weight pressing down on her.
A chill skittered down her spine even before her mind registered what was wrong.
