Cara
Maeve had placed me in a cool bath, hoping it would soothe my fraying nerves. It’s strange how the mere thought of Jace transforms me into someone else entirely—someone filled with an insatiable longing. The moment he enters my mind, it's like a switch flips, and I can’t help but crave him.
Being part fae means I’m experiencing a respite, a phenomenon that resembles going into heat. But with fae, it’s amplified—this overwhelming hunger for connection, for intimacy, and the urge to be near him is nearly unbearable.
The bath is calming, but I know it won’t hold. The sensation of urgency is creeping back, and I can already feel the heat building within me, urging me to find Jace and claim him like he’s my lifeline.
I groaned at the thought, frustration swirling within me. This respit
