Morning came far too quickly.
I hadn’t slept. Not really. Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself right back against that cold brick wall, Fannar’s hands on me, his breath against my skin, his voice low and rough in my ear. And every time I woke up, it felt like I had lost something…like I had been dragged away from something I hadn’t been ready to let go of. Which was ridiculous. Because the man had quite literally told me he had tried to hate me. That he should hate me.
And yet…
My fingers brushed unconsciously against my lips as I sat up in bed, the memory of his kiss still lingering like it had no intention of fading anytime soon.
“Great,” I muttered under my breath.
“I’m officially losing my mind.”
“Already happened,” Krystal said dryly from across the room. I startled sli
