Thane's pov.

“I almost killed him, Love,” I whispered, gently playing with Andera's hair. The bedside clock showed it was nine P.M. She curled next to me, her head nested on my shoulder and the blanket covering us.

Intimacy with Andera was what we both needed to let go of the tension. Her soft body plastered to mine, her shallow breaths and sweet moans, that silent scream she always does before she órgasms.

It wouldn't be wrong to say it's therapeutic.

She looked at me with those hazel ...