Davina's POV

His voice was deep and gravelly, his tone all possession and power. There was so much that he had that I lacked. His strength, his constancy… He was so solid and I felt like I was barely even tethered to the earth anymore. I wanted so badly to anchor myself to him, just enough to get me through the here and now of all the tides of grief crashing down over me again and again.

“It’s selfish…”

“Is it selfish to be honest about what you want?” he demanded, his voice ...