Cierra
The moment Dane fully woke, the bond snapped so hard it nearly stole my breath. One second I was seated beside him, brushing hair from his forehead—and the next, both men went still.
Predator-still.
Magic pooled low beneath my skin, molten and hungry. Dominic’s head tilted toward me first, pupils blown wide, breath sharp and uneven. Then toward Dane. Then back.
Something in him broke.
Not gently.
Not slowly.
But like a fault line under his ribs giving way all at once.
“Don’t move,” he growled—low, dangerous, almost hoarse.
Every muscle in my body tightened.
Dane inhaled sharply beside me, his voice already trembling. “It’s the bond. It’s… stronger.”
Stronger wasn’t the word.
It was ravenous.
I barely had time to exhale before Dominic’s hand closed around my waist and dr
