The cabin door creaked open, and Taryn stepped inside with quick, purposeful strides. The flush on her cheeks hadn't faded, and the weight of Kah'el's steady gaze—and his touch—still lingered on her skin. She threw her cloak onto a nearby chair with more force than necessary.
Lucien was by the hearth, leaning casually against the mantel as though he'd been waiting for her. He straightened slightly as she entered, his sharp eyes tracking her every movement. He didn't speak immediately, letting the tension crackle in the air before breaking the silence with a drawling, "So… that was quite the little exchange out there."
Taryn froze mid-step, her spine stiffening. She turned slowly to face him, her eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about?"
