She looked at him, her lips parting slightly as she met his gaze. Gone was the usual composed Heiko.
This version of him was… primal.
Burning.
And absolutely focused on her.
“You feel it too,” he said, more a statement than a question.
She swallowed, her cheeks still a warm shade of crimson.
For a long moment, neither spoke.
The air was charged now, thick with unspoken desires and silent questions. Even the rolling of the carriage wheels seemed muffled beneath the rising tension between them.
But then Heiko leaned back slightly, dragging in a deep breath and pressing his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose.
“This is torture,” he muttered.
River blinked in surprise.
The silence inside the carriage stretched, crackling with tension. The bond between them thrummed—no
