Chapter 1842 Unfulfilled Desire

"Miss?" Dalton let out a soft chuckle as he called out to her, yet he was not entirely pressing. There was an undercurrent of something refined in his tone. His cool breath brushed against the back of her ear. He was so close that if she moved even slightly, he could easily dip his head and press his lips to her neck. Wynter hadn't entertained such thoughts before. After all, she'd never been particularly guarded around him. Back in the formation in Hawford, she'd been somewhat wary, but that was because they weren't close then. Thinking about everything they had experienced together and the dreams that followed, although Dalton had crossed some lines, he had never done anything to truly harm her. So, she'd let her guard down. To suddenly be on guard now would be out of character. And given how perceptive he was, he'd definitely notice. The moment the thought crossed her mind, she met his slightly lowered gaze. He was watching her, his eyes not warm in the slightest but brimming