Chapter 25
- Moiraine's POV
- The moment Dylan’s words left his lips, I froze. “If you don’t plan on talking about last night, I do.” The bra in his hand mocked me—my carelessness. Every nerve in my body screamed to grab it and shove him out of my room, but my feet stayed planted.
- “Dylan,” I forced my voice low, calm, measured, “there’s nothing to talk about. It was a mistake.”