Chapter 66
- Emma
- Lord Draven’s breath catches, and I feel the wing quiver under my fingertips. The air between us sizzles, thick with silent need. I trace the slim bones of his wing, loving how something so strong can be so fragile to my touch.
- “Emma,” Lord Draven growls; his voice comes out low enough to rumble, sending waves of goosebumps down my back. “You’re playing with fire.