Jaylen let the straps slip down her arms. The dress slithered down her waist, hips, thighs, until it pooled around her feet. She stepped out of it, quiet, poised-left in nothing but a tiny scrap of dark green lace and her own power. She didn't speak. She didn't have to. Amir took one step toward her. Then another. And then he dropped to his knees. Not to seduce. Not to posture. But because his body gave out at the sight of her. Book 1