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He turned them around until her butt was against the bed. She lay back and he lay down on top of her still kissing.
His mouth left hers to kiss her neck as one hand traveled to her breasts. It felt a little rushed. It wasn’t the complete undivided attention of having her hand massaged and every finger kissed individually, but it wasn’t bad either.
His hand squeezed her breast, and his lips traveled quickly to the top of her breasts, kissing her cleavage. He looked up at her.
“What do you think Altair would say if he could see us now?” he said with a cocky smile.
Whatever little heat he’d managed to get out of her was replaced by a deep bone coldness. Mak wasn’t in this for her. All he cared about was hurting Altair.
She was no angel. She’d pretty much wanted to use him to satisfy her libido, but that was the implied reason behind meaningless sex. The idea that he could have sex with her while thinking that he was screwing Altair over made her sick to her stomach.
Nova sat up and pushed him away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“This was a mistake,” she said, not least because she’d just realized that this make-out session might not have been as string-less as she’d originally believed, not if he planned to tell Altair about it afterward. “I have to go.”
“Why?” He looked annoyed as she pushed him off and slid out from his grip. She half-ran, half-lunged herself forward and didn’t stop until she reached the front door, which she threw open.
He reached out and grabbed her arm as she stepped out, but she was already in the street where people were walking by.
She pulled back on his arm and whispered in his ear. “If you tell Altair about this, I’ll tell him you’re a rebel.”
He looked surprised by her threat. “I wasn’t going to do that.”
He looked sincere but angry. Maybe he hadn’t planned to do that, probably because it would have ended badly for him. It didn’t change her mind about him or the situation, but she didn’t want to cut off her only remaining tie to the rebels.
“Fine,” she said. “It must have been a misunderstanding. I need to go home.”
She pulled her arm from his grip, and he let her go.
“Just a misunderstanding,” he confirmed as she walked away.
Chapter Seven
When she got home that evening, Altair was already waiting for her with dinner on the table. He was in a bad mood again and looked exhausted.
Could he have heard about her encounter with Mak already?
He smiled at her tiredly as she walked inside the room. Probably not.
“I should have saved the bottle for today,” he said, rubbing his temples as he indicated for her to sit down to eat.
She sat down gratefully, feeling suddenly exhausted herself.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Normally, I wouldn’t want to needlessly worry you with my work. But things are happening right now in Baedden, and I want you to hear the truth from me and not whatever half-lies the people are telling on the street.”
“Alright,” she said, putting her fork down to listen.
“Do you remember a few days ago when we were woken up in the middle of the night?”
She nodded.
“Someone had broken into my office. They didn’t take anything, but I suspected they’d looked at a document showing the routes that our men take when delivering the marble shipment from the mine to Mudden.”
“Why did you think that?”
