Fyn glanced quickly behind him. "Going somewhere?”
He looked at me like he saw through everything I tried to hide behind.
"I need you to take me back to Nythrel.” I scanned the corridor again before I looked back at him.
The light in his eyes gleamed brighter, but he only stroked the stubble along his jaw. “You hated being in Nythrel. Why would you want me to take you back?”
“Because if I stay…” I fought every urge not to speak my truth. “I can’t marry Soren.” My eyes burned fiercely. “My heart won’t let me.”
A curtain of blue hair fell over my eyes. Fyn tucked it back behind my ear. “Why won’t it let you?”
“Because he’s not you.” I reached for his tunic, my hand trailing the embroidery that created even lines down his chest. “I need you.”
I could feel his heart race as he threaded his fingers through my hair. His lips crashed into mine.
“For months, it’s taken everything to stop me from kissing you.”
“We have a lot of time we need to make up for.” My back hit against the wall as I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him closer. “Don’t stop kissing me.”
He glanced around the still empty hall before he claimed me with another kiss.
When he pulled back from me, I looked into his eyes. “Steal me, Fyn.”
His hands trailed to my waist as his lips found mine again. “The things you do to me, Ashlyn.”
“Tell me what I do to you,” I whispered.
“When we are free of this place,” he said. “When you are mine?—”
“Steal. Me.” I wouldn’t wait a moment longer.
His forehead met mine before he drew back.
“You don’t want to?” It had taken me far too long to admit he was everything I ever needed.
“I will steal you. Take you far away from here…” Fyn said. “But if I take you in the middle of the night—they will come for you.”
They couldn’t do that. “I haven’t agreed to the pact.”
“You can make your choice tomorrow with every bit of certainty.” His words frayed at the edges.
Nothing would change my mind. “Do you need to think it over?” My nerves wouldn’t let me stop rambling. “Will you change your mind in the morning?”
“It’s far too late for that.” His jade eyes glowed brighter. “My soul burns because yours does.”
A heat that rivaled the starlight spread through me.
The way he spoke—the look in his eyes—it was everything I wanted from him.
“I can’t take you looking at me like that much longer,” he said.
“You will have to deal with it again after the sun rises then.” I peered back at him one last time before I left him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
ASHLYN
Ididn’t know what would happen when we crossed back into Nythrel, but I didn’t need a plan.
