Leena's heart pounded with the temerity of his voice, as gravelly and penetrating deep into her soul. She could feel his throbbing heartbeat at the proximity of being close to his body. Desperate to drink a glass of water to quench her dry throat lifted.
She clasped his waist tightly to tranquil the raging beast. She doesn't want him to lose his control, for this place is not their territory. This witch queen has executed her brother mercilessly for the throne and Leena has a gut feeling that Eleanor's love for Devin was only because of power.
The inner turmoil in his body calmed down and his gaze softened as he looked at Leena. "Stay here for a while. I will have to talk with her."
"No. You are not_"
"Sweetheart, I promise, it's just a talk." He assured understanding of her concern. He doesn't want Leena to hear the conversation that is going to happen between them.
