When I woke up, Tyrian was gone, he must have been outside running, but Tristan was sleeping next to me, his hand gripping my shirt tightly in his fist. He must have been worried I'd slip away again, and instinctively held onto me in his sleep.
I pulled myself free, but he groaned and shifted, pulling me in and cuddling into my throat, and the second his hot breath flowed over my skin, I trembled.
What? I shouldn't be reacting this way. That potion should have worked! Then, just as suddenly as it began, the feelings of desire and affection faded.
''Jayden.''
''It's so early. Someone had better be dead.''
''You will be if you speak to me like that again,'' I threatened him, but he just laughed, ''Why isn't the potion working? It worked last night, but now it's weakening. It stopped wor
