Chapter 129

He didn't answer. Instead, he reached up, his fingers ghosting along my cheek so lightly I might have imagined it. The carriage swayed, bringing us closer together, and for a moment…just a moment—I thought he might kiss me.

The memory of the balcony hung between us like a charged wire.

His hands on my skin, his mouth against my throat, the way he'd made me come apart with just his touch while the