WINTER

“Is that Kallias? Did that bastard not only approach you, but dare lay his hands on you?”

I still couldn’t bring myself to answer.

Valtor gripped my hand, bringing it to his face, inhaling deeply as if he needed to reclaim what was his.

The way he pressed my skin to his nose like he owned me, made my breath hitch. My scent clung to him, yet something that didn’t belong lingered beneath it. Kallias's scent tainted me after he forced himself too close, his hand ...