“Sorry, Princess,” Kieran finally murmured. I rolled my eyes at the nickname, but honestly, anything was better than that word.
“What did you learn?” I asked again, my voice tense, bracing myself for their answer.
“We learned that you know what we are,” Samian said, his hand shifting up along my stomach. His knuckles grazed the underside of my breast before splaying against my stomach. I let out a soft gasp, realization dawning that my clothes were gone. There was nothing but the blanket between them and me.Electricity shot through my veins, heat pooling from his touch. I swallowed, my thighs clenching together, fighting against the desire that was building. “That we are your mates.”
My breath shuddered, and I closed my eyes, relief blooming in my chest until, “Who told you that?” My eyes snapped open, and I looked back to Samian.
“Queen Cassia. I went to visit her last night before meeting with Kieran and the group.”
“Did she tell you everything?” I whispered, trying to keep my face blank and my voice light.
Samian’s brows furrowed, and he studied me for a moment before saying, “Just that Kieran and I were your mates. She mentioned that there was more you two discussed, but would not tell me exactly what it was. Wouldyoucare to enlighten us?”
I stared into Samian’s eyes, the blue and green looking brighter in the dim glow of the light. His concern still shone through, but there was something else there, something I couldn’t read. “If she didn’t tell you, then I won’t either.”
“That’s not how that works,” Samian growled, his face turning into a scowl. I couldn’t help the smirk that rose on my lips.
“I didn’t see you in my dream last night,” I murmured, quickly changing the subject.
“You were too far away,” he sighed. “I could feel you through the bond, though, feel your fear.” Samian paused, his brows knitting together. “Will you tell us what happened?”
My stomach twisted, and I looked away, my gaze finding Kieran’s. I didn’t know what to say. My secrets felt as if they were growing, yet I couldn’t tell them.
Not yet, anyway. Not until I figured out what was going on for myself.
“Lowell was found dead this morning. They said his death was brutal.” I grimaced, thinking back to the look on Daelan’s ashen face.
Kieran brought his hand up, letting it rest against my cheek, his thumb rubbing in soothing circles. “Did you see anything?” he asked softly.
I shook my head, my eyes closing as the warmth of his hand seeped into my skin. “Ivara kept me in the room, and we packed before going to the carriages. We waited for the rest of the party there.”
“What did you dream about?” Samian murmured against my ear, sending a chill straight to my toes.
“I’m not sure,” I said, praying they couldn’t sense my lie. “It was too dark to see what was going on, but I knew I wasn’t alone.”
Kieran hummed, his eyes flicking to Samian’s for a moment before finding mine again. I willed my heart to steady itself. As much as I wanted to tell them what truly happened, I was too afraid of what it meant—that I was, somehow, the one who killed Lowell.
“What about the dream you had the night before?” Samian breathed against my neck, his hand moving higher. “The one where Kieran?—”
I spun to face Samian, my hands lifting to cover his mouth. My face burned with embarrassment. “I don’t think it’s necessary to mention anything aboutthatdream,” I breathed, giving him a pointed look.
Kieran chuckled low, pulling me back to face him. “I, for one, would like to know what this dream was about,” Kieran drawled, his lips curling into a sinful grin, the same grin from my dream.
Need pooled low in my stomach at the memory, my breasts feeling heavy. I desperately wished to feel his rough hands against my skin. “I’ve completely forgotten what it was about.”Kieran laughed at my poor attempt at a ruse, his hand moving to my neck.
“I think you’re lying,” he whispered. He raked his gaze down my face, pausing on my lips. Kieran leaned his head against my ear, breathing me in. “I believe Samian knows you’re lying, too.” The low rasp of his voice sent chills down my body, sending heat coursing through my veins.
My back slightly arched against him, a small gasp escaping my lips. “I don’t think it matters what you believe.” My voice sounded breathy; my skin felt taut.
“Did you forget I can see your dreams, Sybil?” Samian’s hand moved further down my stomach as he asked. I could feel his smile curling against my neck.
I couldn’t do anything except breathe. I couldn’t speak—couldn’t move. I felt as if I could feel him all the way to the depths of my soul. Even as Kieran moved away, I could still feel the remnants of his touch lingering against me.
“Tell us, Sybil,” Samian whispered, the low rumble of his voice making my toes curl. “Tell us about your dream.”
“Unless you would like us to show you?” Kieran trailed his finger down my jaw, his touch leaving fire in its wake. I held his heated gaze as his finger moved down my neck, curling under the edge of the blanket. He dragged it down my shoulders, my chest, all the way down to my stomach.
Cool air brushed my skin, and I drew in a shaky breath. His gaze dipped, his pupils flaring as he took me in. “What would you like, Sybil?” Kieran asked, flicking his gaze to mine.
