The Rogue's Claim

Elira

Wane set me gently on the bed in his house, his touch careful as if I might break from the stress. His eyes intensely lingered on me, warm and steady, but filled with something deeper than simple words. For a moment, I only looked back at him, and then a small laugh instantly slipped out of me.

He tilted his head, his brow creasing as his voice softened. “What’s truly funny, Elira?” he asked, curious.

I shook my head, grinning as I leaned back against the headboard ...