Avery's POV
I braced myself for his fury, expecting his massive fingers to crush my throat or snap my collarbone. Instead, the tension in his jaw slowly melted away. A calm smile spread across his lips.
He let out a soft, low chuckle that sent a wave of goosebumps down my arms.
"Fierce," he murmured, his thumb dragging slowly along my jawline. "It makes the eventual submission taste so much sweeter.”
He stood up to his full height, the heavy black fabric of his shirt casting a massive shadow over my bed.
“Heal. You are not permitted to die yet.”
He turned his back on me. "Every day your body mends is one day closer to my light. You cannot run from a bond that is woven into your soul.”
I watched his rigid shoulders slide into the shadows as he walked toward the door. He navigated
