Drayce sat at the edge of the bed, cradling Seren's cold hands in his warm ones. "You seem cold," he murmured.
"Not much," she replied, watching as he brought her hands to his mouth and blew warm air between her closed palms. She gasped softly at the touch of his lips and the warmth of his breath.
His eyes fell on the bracelet with the red stone that hung from her wrist, a gift he had given her to ward off the cold. He gently removed it and placed it on the bedside table. "You won't be needing it tonight."
Though she always took off the bracelet at night and wore it only during the day, his gesture was clearly suggestive, and she understood his meaning. She was no longer a naive woman.
