Betty's POV. 

A moment later, he cleared his throat and stepped back. “I’ll, uh… let you dress. Before I get into more trouble.”

I rolled my eyes, my cheeks warm, as he slipped out of the bathing chamber.

By the time I finished drying off and changing into the soft robe the High Priestess had left for me, Damien was already in his chamber, leaning casually against the wall as though he hadn’t just kissed me breathless.

I tried to act normal as I walked to the balcony, though the ...