Mira had been replaced too quickly. The thought tore through Leah like glass, sharp and unforgiving. Rage, grief, and something far more dangerous churned in her chest as Nathan’s closeness consumed every breath she drew.
His touch was not gentle, it was desperate, a collision of guilt and hunger. Every movement, every whisper against her skin spoke of punishment and need. She held onto him and pushed him to the limit, this was the only way to forget, the only way not to be consumed by the hatred and anger that raged inside her.
Their emotions tangled, pain blending with desire until Leah could no longer tell one from the other. It was not love. Not yet. It was survival, a need to feel something real in a world that had gone hollow.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were darker than
