Lucian glances back at me. His brown eyes, usually warm and filled with amusement, are more serious than I've ever seen them before. When he speaks, his voice is sober. "Cassia is my mate."
The girl turns her still disbelieving gaze to me. She takes in the bite on my neck—Lucian's bite—before lowering her head to take in my rounded belly, made more visible by my thin, white cotton dress.
Minerva takes her hand off my arm and steps forward, the action pulling the girl's gaze away from me. "Perhaps I can get you a drink…?"
"Zia," she murmurs. "No, I don't want a drink." As if she can't help it, she turns back to face Lucian.
It's like watching two people attached by an invisible string, because it isn't only her that turns, but Lucian too.
He stopped her from touching him, but that hasn't stemmed the attraction between them. It's still there, living beneath the surface of their skin.