Ingrid looked up at Caym, who hovered above her. "You should not stay for too long," she began softly with a gentle smile playing on her lips. "It's not quite proper for a man and a woman to be alone together at night."
Caym's lips quirked into a smirk at her words. "We've already ventured into that realm, haven't we?" he remarked.
Ingrid chuckled. "I'm simply trying to be the voice of reason for the Grand Commander who seems to have lost his sense of propriety," she teased.
Caym's gaze lingered on her face, his eyes tracing the delicate curve of her features with a tenderness that stirred something deep within him. He took in every detail—the softness of her eyes, the curve of her nose, the fullness of her lips, the graceful line of her neck.
