Chapter 66 The Fallout That Follows

• The room still smelled like sex and fire.
• Espen stretched beneath the sheets, muscles aching in the best way, skin flushed from Mikko’s touch still ghosting her spine. Her thighs trembled when she shifted, and she bit back a smirk. He hadn’t let her walk away without making her feel every single thrust—his mouth, his hands, his filthy promises still ringing in her ears.
• The sunlight hit the ruined corner of their chamber, catching dust and the faint shimmer of magic in the air. Mikko was already half-dressed, leaning against the far wall with a goblet in one hand and that predatory look back in his eyes.