Auren POV

The dress hugged her like it worshipped her tight across her breasts and waist, then spilling looser at the hips in a way that drew every bit of my attention. My gaze tracked downward and

There. The beginning of a slit at her thigh.

Holy. Hell.

“Lorien,” I breathed, voice rough as gravel, dragging my eyes back to her face. I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to forget every consequence and just pull her into me. I needed to tell her about Sylira about my mistake, about all the ...