KATHERINE POV
The room was a f*cking oven—and not just from the heat.
Their scents—gods, their f*cking scents—coiled around my nose like silk-wrapped chains, sweet and suffocating.
Every breath I took was soaked in them, and still, I kept breathing deeper.
Stupid.
Weak.
Last time it wasn’t like this.
Maybe because Hator hadn’t surfaced yet.
Maybe because Jonas was just one.
They were four.
And no matter how I spun it, I’d never gone weak in the knees for Jonas.
Truth be told, he’d made himself pretty damn hideous to me even before he tried to kill me.
I’d never felt my legs turn to jelly.
Not even when my first crush spoke to me in middle school, voice cracking and hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket.
Never had my gut twisted like this—heat, hunger, a
