Dravina POV

Sleep refused to come. I spent the entire night tangled in my sheets, thoughts of Malrik’s kiss looping endlessly through my mind. It haunted me not just the softness of it, but the uncertainty behind it.

Was it meant to comfort me? A calculated move to loosen my guard? Or was it a test to see how I’d respond?

Despite how gentle it had felt, I couldn't let go of my unease.

Cassian’s kisses had never held affection. They had been tools sharp, dominating, always designed ...