Elena’s Point Of View

For a second, he didn’t move. He just stared at me, his gaze roaming over my face, my body, like he was memorizing every inch of me.

Then… “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

His voice was a growl, low and dangerous, like he was holding back something feral. I nodded, my throat tight, my skin burning under his gaze. My hand rose between us, trembling just enough to betray the storm inside me.

I showed him my finger.

Bare.

No ring. No chain. No ...