Maegel led me through the quiet hallways, his pace brisk and his silence heavy. Every time my heels clicked against the marble, it felt like a countdown to the moment his restraint would finally snap. He was still fuming, his fingers locked with mine in a grip that bordered on painful.
"You're remarkably quiet, Maegel," I mused, pulling him to a halt near a sun-drenched window. "Still thinking about the Marquis? Or are you just trying to figure out how to lock me in your tower?"
He turned to face me, his blue eyes stormy. "I'm thinking about how you looked at him. Like he was a challenge you were eager to accept."
"He was staring, Maegel. It's only polite to look back," I teased, reaching out to straighten his collar. My fingers brushed the skin of his neck, and I felt the tremor that went through him. "Besides, you're the one who told me Shadow-Wolves see things others don't. Maybe he saw something he liked."
