FINNIAN

I didn’t know what to call this. Madness? Betrayal? Or something darker clawing through my chest every time my eyes lingered on her face. Being drawn to my brother’s wife wasn’t only insane, it was treacherous. And yet I couldn’t help it.

Forget the way her features haunted me. Forget the way her presence pulled at me like some unseen chain. My instincts were screaming something else, something I couldn’t place. Something that had nothing to do with desire and everything ...