THERON’S POV
Finally, I could breathe.
A swift exhale the second the door clicked behind her.
It was hardly satisfactory—pitifully controlled, if anything—but just for a fracture of a moment, just for a second, I allowed myself the pleasure of damnation—of catching a whisper of her soft caramel essence slowly drifting away from the room.
And f**k… it was... delicate, like a brush of feather against my senses. Warm, like a kiss from the sun on ice-cold skin. And, as always, impossible to forget. Like... her.
That scent was the precise dose of my poisoning—yet somehow, it managed to ease the tension in my jaw, loosen the age-old knots in my shoulders, and ignite that same accursed little flame in the hollow grave where my heart should be.
From the woeful day she entered my world—far be
