Chapter 63

Viona's POV

My back was still pressed against the cold wall, My fingers curled tight into my palms as if clenching harder would steady my heart. Mirage had already stepped back, leaving me breathless and conflicted. I thought it was over-that the brief but dangerous moment had passed.

But I was wrong.

Before I could regain my composure, his hand shot out, catching my chin in his grasp. The sudden touch tilted my face upward, forcing my eyes back to his.

"You think that was it?" ...