Mia.
Maybe I should never have asked that question. Because when I did, Thorne went dead silent, his eyes flicking away like I’d touched a nerve too raw to handle.
He didn’t answer—just smoothed his hand down my back, pulling me closer for a second before easing away.
“Get some rest,” he murmured instead, voice low and rough from what we’d just done. “Early night. You need to slip out before dawn. Can’t have anyone spotting you leaving my quarters.”
I nodded, but the sting lingered.
He was right, of course. I wasn’t supposed to be here, tangled in his sheets, tasting him on my tongue long after he’d spilled down my throat.
So I dressed in the dark, the air still heavy with our sweat and heat, and slipped out like a shadow.
The church grounds were quiet, stars mocking me overhea
