Kaida
“Drink up, ladies. It’s time to go upstairs.”
The words cut through the fog of the glamour like a blade, and what was left of my wolf surged forward on pure animal fear.
Upstairs.
I knew what upstairs meant. It meant a bed. It meant the culmination of every touch, every kiss from the dreams. Upstairs, away from the innkeeper, where Caelum Vance could do anything he wanted to me.
My hands went flat on the table and I felt Maggie’s grip tighten on mine, and I thought, with the clarity of fear that burned through the glamour, not without a fight.
“Up,” Caelum said, and stood. The shadow guard at the walls shifted, and I understood that the fight I was imagining was not one I was going to win tonight.
I stood. My legs were steadier than I expected. The glamour had weakened my huma
