Serayah Morgan.
I step into my office in the Paragon Hall. But I’m not here to work. I’m here to breathe. As if my body wasn’t already on fire after that full moon night. As if, when I finally made it to the bedroom, I wasn’t trembling from head to toe with everything I felt. When I closed my eyes, his touch haunted me—his veined hands on my back, grounding me while his lips devoured mine.
I never thought anything could ever happen between us, and even when he kissed me, I refused to believe it could go further—until it did. And now... more? No. No, I won’t. I cannot. I don’t care what Sera feels. I don’t care what the bond says. I need sanity, something to remind me to use my head and not give in to... anything else.
I grab the phone off the desk, fingers fumbling as I punch in Zade’s
