Nikolai

The scent of her was a brand in my lungs, a fucking perfume of temptation and trouble that clung to the inside of my skull. I marched away from the library, my bones feeling like they were filled with liquid fire, each step a conscious effort not to turn around, not to go back and finish what that vixen had started just by standing there, looking at me with those wide, terrified eyes that did nothing to hide the heat I’d felt radiating from her skin.

My mother’s library. Of all ...