Kerris POV

I don't notice the bulge below his waist until he moves one hand to cover it, casually shifting on the seat.

Can he tell I was dreaming about him?

Heat rushes to my cheek and I quickly look away.

Then I notice the hypnotic masculine scent in the room. It's not a remnant from the dream. It's real. I truly am not back at the house near the Meadows.

As familiar as this chamber feels, I know it's my first time in here.

"Where am I?" I ask, sitting up.

"In my house," comes his slightly hoarse reply. "The big one. The castle. How are you feeling?"

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