POV: Daniel

Daniel didn’t flinch as Clara shoved past him and kicked the door shut behind her.

Her scent was still thick in the hall, coffee and paint and sweat and anger and that darker thread that stung him the most. Heat. Always heat. The tether tugged it into his lungs whether he wanted it to or not. His chest burned like he’d swallowed flames.

His lip was bleeding from where she’d bitten him. He licked at the copper slick, tasting the burn. Stripes of scratches ...