HIS DARKEST HEIRLOOM
The casual, possessive contact sent an electric jolt straight through my spine, making my breath hitch.
"Vespera knows exactly where she stands in this house," Kasimir rasped, his eye burning down into mine while his eye remained cold, guarded, and unreadable. "Don't you, darling?"
The dark, dangerous nickname hung in the air between us like a challenge. He was marking his territory, playing his role for the hidden cameras in the walls.
"I know my place, Kasimir," I answered softly, matching his gaze without flinching, playing along.
"Good," Kasimir said. He leaned down, his broad shoulder pressing lightly against mine, his lips brushing the edge of my ear as he whispered for my ears only. "