As Rex's laughter died down, his predatory instincts flared. He felt a presence. A gaze. A warmth that didn't belong to the sleeping couple.
His head turned slowly, his sharp, intelligent eyes cutting through the darkness toward the heavy velvet curtains of the alcove. He saw in it a flicker of movement, the unmistakable shape of a woman's silhouette, and the wide, terrified eyes of Mireya peeking through the gap.
For a heartbeat, they locked eyes. Mireya stood there, her face flushed, her chest heaving, her eyes brimming with a mixture of holy terror and carnal hunger. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a predator.
Rex didn't move to hide. He didn't act ashamed.
Instead, he leaned back, a wicked, knowing smirk spreading across his face. He let his gaze roam over her, making it clear that he knew exactly what she had been watching and exactly how much she had enjoyed it.
