Auren POV

I leaned back in my chair, my gaze fixed on Lorien as she glided toward me in her heels. Her bright red hair spilled down in untamed curls--curls I knew the feel of between my fingers and the soft sweep of her hand brushing it off her shoulder was enough to make my pulse skip. Her hazel eyes caught the light, glowing like wildfire, making everything else blur into the background. The black dress hugged her like a second skin, each step elongating her toned legs in a way that made my ...