Elvira

I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting in the bath, water long gone cold. My fingers were wrinkled, my skin pale, but I hadn’t moved. I couldn’t.

Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his hands again, Jaxon’s, burning and soft all at once. The way he had looked at me, when I screamed. That moment, that kiss, the heat crawling through my veins… until it turned to fire. Painful, soul-ripping fire.

The bond flared like it wanted to kill me. ...