Caleb suddenly goes very still. “My parents?”
“They await in the Hall,” Tristan says. “They are expecting you.”
“Caleb?” I ask. I’m still pinned beneath him on the bed, my body still hot even as my confusion has thrown a wrench in my lust.
Caleb looks down at me, with something like an apology in his eyes. “Later,” he says, and pushes away from me. My confusion only increases. It’s so strong that it overpowers any hurt I might feel.
I’m speechless as he stands and crosses the room towards Tristan. They exchange nods, and I expect them to leave me here. Yet, just before they get to the door, Caleb looks back at me.
“Harper,” he says. “With us. Now.”
Immediately, I hope to my feet and scurry along behind them.
Out in the hallway, both guards stand at attention. Caleb totally ignores
