Elina’s POV

Ryan’s fingers brushed my cheek, tucking a strand of my curly black hair behind my ear.

His skin was warm, his flame-shaped tear mole glowing faintly. A soft scent of sulfur clung to him—a reminder of the fire he’d unleashed. 

My heart was still pounding from everything that had just happened, but his touch grounded me. For a moment, I let myself breathe him in, feel the comfort of having him close again. No more distance. No more ...