EMBER’S POV
He pauses. The polished host actually blinks, his elegant smile faltering.
“Watch?”
I turn to look at Cassian with the withering pity usually reserved for slow children.
“Yes, Cassian. Watch. With his eyes.” I let out a sharp, highly irritated sigh. “Do I need to draw you a diagram? It is a strict s****l requirement. He is going to stand in the corner, perfectly silent, and watch me thoroughly degrade whatever grease-covered feral I purchase tonight. Knowing he is forced to stand there and watch me take my pleasure makes it exponentially hotter for me, and Jon the First here is my designated audience.”
I wave a dismissive, jewel-heavy hand at the towering Lycan King behind me without so much as glancing back.
“He is exceptionally good at maintaining eye contact and repres
