Chapter 16

The single day he had spent at Nathan’s house before entering the palace had come back to haunt him. Without realizing it, Eden gripped Karsa’s forearm. No, absolutely not. Not Nathan. Never Nathan. As Eden’s cool fingers tangled over his feverish skin, Karsa drew a deep breath. He might have been holding back anger, or perhaps lust. Either way, he was clearly reining in his emotions. “I’m quite curious to see the master of that house.” Eden parted his lips, at a loss for what to say or how to begin. Should he mention Nathan’s name, beg for mercy first, or play dumb and deny everything? He looked up at Karsa with wavering eyes.