Senna’s POV

“I’m not bringing him.” The refusal left my mouth. It came out sharper than I’d intended. So sharp that even the servants near the walls stiffened.

Kalev didn’t react. His face remained gentle.

“You are,” he said calmly.

“No, I am not,” I replied firmly.

“Yes, Senna, you are,” he replied.

We stood across from each other in the center of the sitting room. Late afternoon light spilled through the windows.

Our night of passion had changed things between us. I quivered whenever I thought about it. I’d given myself over to him in that bed.

But we weren’t in bed right now. We were in the sitting...