Emily’s POV

The fire beside us popped, sending a spark flying against the mesh screen. The golden light danced across Daniel’s damp shoulders, making the sweat slick on his skin glisten. But the heat that had been radiate from him just seconds ago—the consuming, primal warmth that had swallowed me whole—had vanished.

He was still lying right on top of me, his heavy weight anchoring me to the plush rug. But his mind was thousands of miles away.

"What is it?" I repeated, pushing myself up onto my elbows. The cool air hitting my damp skin made me shiver. "What did she say, Daniel?"

Daniel didn't answer immediately. He stared...