Aeliana woke up very hungover as she sat on the edge of the bed, trying to recall anything that 'thing' the warmth that just recently left.
I bet he thought I'd gone completely bonkers!'
The memory of the kiss replayed again and again, and no matter how hard she tried to forget it, it clung to her like a bite mark from a Werebeast.
"How could I mistake him for Lucian?" she muttered under her breath. Her mind reeled with questions. Did he know I thought he was Lucian? Did he kiss me back, or was that just my imagination?
The thought sent a shiver through her. Silvion had always been kind and charming, but he was her cousin—a familial bond that she had never questioned before. Yet now, the kiss had crossed a boundary she never imagined breaching.
