** Poppy’s POV **

I don’t know who moves first, maybe it’s me, maybe it’s them. Or maybe it’s the bond finally coiling tight enough that none of us can pretend it isn’t there anymore. All I know is one second there’s space between us, and the next there isn’t.

Leo’s hand closes around my wrist, not rough, but firm enough that it steals my breath as he pulls me back into him. Heat slams into my spine, solid, grounding, and dangerous.

Jake steps in at the same time. Way too ...