Ji'an's mind completely flatlined.
The suffocating tension inside the carriage was so thick, so heavy, that it felt like the air itself was turning to liquid.
She was going to be numb and paralyzed.
Something wasn't right.
Why was he talking so ambiguously? What does he mean? Wangchen is her sworn brother. What kind of feeling was this pal talking about?
The danger radiating from him wasn't the threat of violence; it was the threat of complete, consuming consumption.
He slowly lowered his head, his nose brushing against the soft skin of her jawline.
He inhaled deeply, drinking in the scent of her sweat, the spices, and the underlying, intoxicating sweetness of her Yin Qi that not even the illusion locket could entirely mask from a predator staying this close.
