Third Person’s POV
When Aurelia remained statue still, seated upon the grass, eyes focused solely on him—he felt naked.
The bad kind of naked.
Vulnerable.
Like he’d been stripped of his integrity.
Like he was the one kneeling before her not vice versa.
Blood bonds.
They’d just been children when she’d bound him to herself.
Out in a barn, too young to fully understand what they’d done, their bodies had clashed and her teeth—he swallowed, wishing he could take that necessary step backwards. Away.
Her teeth in his skin, body opening to him—warm, inviting, f*****g tight.
She was everything he’d ever wanted and nothing he could keep.
“Isaac.”
He shivered, swallowing at the sound of her voice.
f*****g monsters, the lot of them.
