“I think I promised revenge,” she murmured against Bri’s lips.

The endless hours of lust had nearly burned Bri alive. Still, she pulled her lips from Lina’s and whispered, “Gods, this is going to end badly for both of us.”

“I don’t care anymore,” Lina said against Bri’s mouth, nipping at her bottom lip. “Take off your clothes.”

Bri snarled, yanking her tunic over her head with haste. Lina chuckled at Bri’s swift actions, her eyes dropping as Bri shucked her boots and unbuckled her belt. Lina’s eyes roved Bri up and down as she stepped out of her trousers, wearing nothing but a fitted undervest and shorts.

“The way I make you feel in my silk nightgown,” Lina whispered, tracing her fingers across her lacy neckline, “is how you make me feel wearing that.”

Bri’s core clenched. Gods, Lina was more intoxicating than any drink or potion in all of Okrith. Everything about her seemed perfectly designed to torment Bri. She rubbed her hand across the back of her neck, letting Lina admire her muscular physique.

“I’m hiking out to the point tomorrow,” Lina said, and Bri paused, surprised by the turn in conversation. “I want to watch the sunrise over the Sea of Callipho. It’s tradition every time I come here.”

“How many times have you been here?”

“A handful,” she said. “Whenever we were passing through or staying with Bern’s family, we’d hike out there.”

“Who’s we?”

“My father and I.”

“Oh.” Bri leaned her head back against the doorframe.

Lina’s father, King Thorne, had died many years ago. Bri remembered hearing of his passing, how all of the high-born fae had flocked to the Western Court for his funeral . . . apart from the Catullus family, of course. Her mother had made a show of mourning the King, hanging black flags out the front of their castle, but secretly she knew her mother was delighted. One less Thorne standing in the way of her daughter taking the crown.

“It’s not a far walk, if you want to join me?” Lina offered.

“I’m not much of a morning person,” Bri snickered. “But for you, I think I’d make an exception.”

“Dawn is only in a couple of hours.” Lina grinned. “We’ll need to leave soon.” She pressed in closer, her breath on Bri’s lips.

Bri swallowed. “How shall we pass the time until then?”

Lina’s chest rose and fell, each breath brushing the fabric of her nightdress against Bri’s vest. “I have a few ideas,” she whispered.

Bri inched closer, her lips skimming over Lina’s, goading her to close the distance. Lina paused, waiting another breath before kissing her. Heat flooded through Bri at the taste of Lina’s tongue. Lina pressed Bri into the door again, one hand cupping her neck as the other skimmed down her body.