Chapter 47 – Oh, Heavens

• Orion leads me out on to the terrace and Laila’s bright lights – which she hung to simulate the sunshine of her home world – instantly dim. I look up at them and then turn my head to narrow my eyes at Orion, wondering if he did that.
• He just smirks at me, confirmation enough, and leads me to the balustrade, his arm still tight around my waist. When we get there, he doesn’t let go, instead turning me so that we stand face to face, our bodies very nearly pressed together as he leans against the marble ledge.
• My eyes go a bit wide as Orion then neatly plucks the wine glass out of my hand, lifting it to his lips and taking a luxurious, proprietary sip.