Later that evening, the palace seemed quieter than usual. The soft glow of moonlight bathed the rooms in a serene light, but for Lynara, the stillness only magnified the storm brewing within her. She paced the length of her chambers, her thoughts swirling with the undeniable heat coursing through her body.
She had always prided herself on her control, her ability to stay composed in the face of any challenge. But this…this was different. It wasn't just desire; it was an instinct, something primal rooted deep in her dragonkin blood. Her thoughts were drawn to James, the way he had stood beside her in battle, the power that radiated from him, the unspoken connection that had been growing between them.
