Ivara’s POV
Xlynor kissed me, possessively and hungrily, like he was starving, and I was the only thing keeping him alive.
His hand tangled in my hair, holding me in place and heat spread through my body despite my terror.
His mouth moved against mine with a desperate intensity that made my knees weak. Whatever demon had possessed Xlynor was kissing me like I belonged to it.
The moment my mind caught up with what was happening, a sudden rage exploded inside me and I shoved him with all the strength I had.
He staggered back, just a step while my palm swung before I could even think.
The sound of my palm meeting his cheek echoed through the empty hall.
“You—!” My voice shook violently as I wiped my lips with the back of my hand again and again like I could erase what had just happened
