Darius took her hand again, her skin smooth and warm as he brought her over to the frame. Had she figured out that while he was teasing her, he was working himself up, too? He enjoyed her wide blue eyes, the puffs of breath that signaled her arousal—or anger—and the way she bit her lip without even being aware of it. “We need you in the picture to show proportion,” he explained. “And you, too, Zion.” Zion needed no further prodding to jump into the photo. Darius didn’t always require human subjects, but he wanted them. This was a joint project. Plus, he had a major desire to see Nathalie...