I immediately shoved Dylan down onto the bed, pulled the blanket over him, then rushed to blow out the candle on the bedside table before lying down beside him, pretending to be asleep.
The door creaked open. A soft beam of light spilled in from the hallway, stopping just short of the bed.
"I thought I heard voices. Is someone here with you, Your Highness?" Annie's voice rang out, laced with feigned concern.
I didn't move, eyes tightly shut. I mouthed random nonsense under my breath.
"Chocolate… honey… blueberries…"
Silence followed. I couldn't see a thing, but my heart was hammering in my chest, anxious and tense.
Dylan lay beneath the blanket, his body pressed flush against mine. He was burning hot, I could feel the tension in his muscles even through the thin ceremonial robe.
And his breath — hot and steady — brushed against my skin, sending involuntary shivers through me. I focused on keeping my breathing calm and even.
A moment later, Monica's voice came through.
