Dax's POV
"Drugged" cuts like a blade. My grip on Lilith's chin tightens.
Her cheeks are flushed, pupils blown, hot breath hitting my hand—classic aphrodisiac reaction.
"It… hurts…" She rubs my palm unconsciously, soft lips brushing my skin, sending a jolt up my spine.
I should push her away, but my fingers tighten on her waist instead.
Her touch sparks an electric thrill, racing through me.
I don't push her off. Instead, I want to touch her more.
Before I know it, my hand's catching her as she nearly collapses.
Then, a soft whimper: "Daegan, it hurts…"
She's mistaken me for my nephew, who looks a bit like me.
When her hazy eyes lean in for a kiss, I jerk my head aside, pressing her to my shoulder.
Her aggrieved whimper scratches my heart like a kitten's claws, her hot tongu
