Nevara
I managed to read exactly two sentences before the book disappeared from my hands.
I looked up.
Thoren stood over me holding it just out of reach, amusement already pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“Excuse you.”
“You look embarrassed.”
Heat immediately climbed into my cheeks.
“Me?” I scoffed. “Never.”
His smile widened.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really. Give me my book back.”
Instead of returning it, he placed it on the table beside the sofa and lowered himself onto the cushion next to me.
“That blush says otherwise.”
“I am not blushing.”
“So,” he continued, settling one arm across the back of the sofa, “my guess is Drake.”
My face betrayed me before I could stop it.
Thoren laughed.
“I knew it.”
“You know nothing.”
“Of course.” He nodded solemnly. “Then you won’t min
