Third Person POV
Eric stared at Estela in stunned silence, his mind reeling as he processed her words, drinking in the transformation that had swept over her in mere days. She radiated Killian’s scent—a primal, musky claim that clung to her like a lover’s breath—and the mark on her neck burned a vivid scarlet, pulsing against the delicate curve of her throat like a heartbeat of possession.
Her skin glowed with a luminous vitality, her cheeks flushed with a feverish rose that hinted at nights tangled in heated surrender. She stood before him, angrier than he’d ever seen, her emerald eyes flashing with a fire that both challenged and enticed. Yet, he knew instantly she hadn’t weathered her heat alone. Jealousy and rage surged within him, a tidal wave rising to meet her own blazing tempe
