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Griff wrapped an arm around my shoulder and tucked me into his side. “Last night, after I walked you back to your mansion’s gates, I knew things would change between us.”

“What do you mean?” I placed a hand on his hairy thigh.

“I finally got a glimpse of the sensual woman beneath your cool exterior.” He chuckled. “It was like opening Pandora’s box and only getting the white butterflies.”

My lips curled into a smile. Little did Griff know that my actions the next day had set us back several months.

“When we get to London, we’ll get an advocate who specializes in faerie contracts.”

“Good idea,” he said. “Do you know any?”

“I can look them up on your phone.”

Griff grunted his approval. “You’ll have to teach me to use that thing.”

An announcement on the loudspeaker warned the train would be approaching Lower Santorini in ten minutes, so we drew the curtains, enclosing ourselves in the dark.

Griff laid me on the mattress and positioned himself on top of me, placing slow kisses over my neck