~ TESS ~

There’s so much hunger etched in Killan’s features. His jaw is drawn tight, and his brows are pulled together as his hand slides to my nape, cupping the back of my head. He urges me toward him, applying steady but tender pressure.

His golden irises brighten, turning a stunning shade of lemon yellow and glowing faintly with that strange supernatural sheen.

Logic rears up within me, screaming for me to stop this before it gets too far.

He’s not human, my inner ...