Ruby
I woke to the feeling of heat pulsing beneath my skin. Not feverish. Not sick. Just… power.
The memory of last night crashed into me like a storm the Darkblood’s attack, the Moonfire’s awakening, the prophecy I didn’t understand.
I wasn’t the same as before.
Something inside me had changed.
I turned in bed, expecting the warmth of Manson beside me, but he was already awake, standing by the window, his golden gaze locked onto the darkened horizon.
He was shirtless, his muscles tense, the moonlight making him look untouchable.
But I knew the truth.
He wasn’t untouchable. He was mine.
And right now, he was worried.
I sat up, my voice soft. “What are you thinking about?”
Manson turned, his gaze raking over me, his lips pressing into a tight line. “You.”
A shiver ran through me
