They were in his quarters, which made it harder to concentrate. The memories of what they’d done flooded her, stirring up desire when she should be focused on the matter at hand. Her heart beat in heavy thuds against the wall of her chest and her hands shook. She looked at the parchment for a long time, trying to hold the sudden wash of nausea and fear at bay before glancing up. “Where did you say you found this?” “In Emperor Song’s palace. It’s why they were chasing Viktor and Lucien,” Jarek answered. “I’m trusting you, Mei. I want to trust you. I… I feel I can trust you.” Mei nodded, swallowing. She believed him. For some reason, when she looked deep into his earnest eyes, she trusted him as well. There were many secrets in Jarek, swimming about in his dark gaze, but when he spoke it was as if all the deceit was gone. Not like before when they were still testing each other, still hiding. The mere physical release they shared turned into more, a connection, an opening between them until at times she felt as if his heart beat inside her.
