Aria's/Lysara's POV

At first a strip of heat crossed her eyes, then it dissolved into a crooked smirk, which consumed the whole of her face, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

She rode me back into the room, prancing closer, like she was stalking a prey. Each thrust of her leg forward, each movement of her body, was deliberate and carried with menace. But the last thing I would do was to be afraid of her. If anything, I wanted to rip off her throat after what I had found out, after knowing she ...