Ryder’s POV

The shower scalded against my skin, but the heat couldn’t rival the fire devouring me from the inside. Steam rolled thick around me, curling with the scent of Amelia that still clung to the air—a whisper of her shampoo, the sweetness of her skin, the wild pull of mate-bond magic. Every breath of it dragged claws through my restraint.

Kieran prowled inside my mind, restless, pacing, his growl a low rumble beneath my heartbeat. The wolf wanted what I wanted—to take her, ...