The rain hammered against the roof of Rajah's private estate in the Capital. It was a rhythmic, soothing sound, a stark contrast to the heat of the Jungle they had just left behind.
Inside the master suite, the fire in the hearth had died down to glowing embers.
Rajah and Leonora were on the oversized divan, a tangle of silk robes and limbs.
Leonora was straddling Rajah's lap, her hands tangled in his dark hair. The Tiger Lord, usually so loud and brash, was currently breathless. He kissed her neck, his stubble grazing her skin, making her shiver.
"You're tense," Leonora murmured, her voice husky. She ran her thumb over the scar on his shoulder. "Still thinking about the Titan?"
"I'm thinking about you," Rajah growled low in his throat. His large hands gripped her waist, his thumbs pressing into the muscle. "You were reckless. Jumping at a Void user with nothing but a sword and a bad attitude."
