(Adelaide)
She threw herself backward onto the bed, dragging the fur up to her chin like she was trying to bury herself alive. The sheets whispered against her thighs, and she clenched them together, furious at the flare of heat that spiked through her. The bond pulsed faintly, and she swore she could feel him—far away somewhere in the palace—breathing a little faster. The awareness slithered through her like a thread of molten metal, a constant reminder that somewhere in this labyrinth of fire and bone, the Devil’s heartbeat tilted in answer to hers.
She hated that she could feel him at all.
Her heart thudded painfully. This is wrong. This is all wrong. You hate him. He dragged you to Hell. He hunted you. He marked you. He stole you.
And yet…
Her body was still warm, still flushed, s
