The Lonely Siren

Jessamine's P.O.V.

Kaelen's heavy palm pressed against the small of my back as we moved through the dimly lit corridor. The heat of his skin burned straight through the fabric of my dress. He walked with long, predatory strides, his towering presence commanding the quiet halls around us. My pulse still raced from our confrontation at dinner. Under the table, his rough thumb had kneaded the sensit