There was silence between them, thick and heavy.

Uriel’s heart was pounding far too fast for his liking, so he cleared his throat and attempted to lighten the mood.

“That does not justify you challenging a lamp to change colors,” he muttered.

Beatrice blinked up at him, completely serious. “It refused.”

Uriel exhaled sharply as a smile curved into his serious face. She was too adorable.

She shifted in his arms, far too comfortably. One of her hands slid up, fisting into the ...