EMBER’S POV

He pauses. The polished host actually blinks, his elegant smile faltering.

“Watch?”

I turn to look at Cassian with the withering pity usually reserved for slow children.

“Yes, Cassian. Watch. With his eyes.” I let out a sharp, highly irritated sigh. “Do I need to draw you a diagram? It is a strict sexual requirement. He is going to stand in the corner, perfectly silent, and watch me thoroughly degrade whatever grease-covered feral I purchase tonight. Knowing he is forced to stand there and watch me take my pleasure makes it exponentially hotter for me, and Jon the First here is my designated audience.”

I wave a dismissive,...