Sir Ferrum's eyes popped open every time she made the slightest move. Several times she'd found herself staring wordlessly into those dark depths, the directness of the gaze making her lose her breath. This man unsteadied her in a way she'd never experienced before. She truly had desired to suck his cock—it had not been to manipulate him as he'd accused. She'd felt his erection and knew how simple it would be to satisfy him. And though it had seemed perfectly normal in the moment, as she lay there bound to him that night, she questioned the desire. It was not one she'd ever had before.She was brought into the Prince's tent in the morning after breaking fast. He was standing the way he'd been the last time—staring at maps on a makeshift table. He waved to the stool again. She sat, feeling nervous about interacting with this intense man. He pulled up a stool next to her. Ferrum settled in his same position against the wall of the tent, arms folded.“I wish to use your Sight, Danewyn.”She nodded.
