Sally's POV
The instant that single word escapes me, everything in the atmosphere transforms.
Philip rises from his position with fluid grace that seems beyond ordinary human capability. His gaze holds a dangerous intensity as he studies me, yet when his hand reaches toward me, it carries invitation rather than command. He continues offering me choice, an opportunity to retreat. My pulse quickens as I weave my fingers through his.
He draws me upright and I nearly collide with his solid frame. Karl positions himself at my back, his warmth radiating against me before his palm settles against my spine. That gentle contact combined with their proximity surrounding me weakens my resolve.
Silently, they escort me toward the upper level. Each step seems to thicken the air around us, saturated with hunger that feels overwhelming.
