David
I should have killed her the moment she stepped through the door.
That thought comes unbidden sharp, instinctive and it terrifies me that it still exists.
My hand slips. The glass shatters.
The sound is too loud, too final, and I know in that instant that everyone sees it. The crack in my control. The fear.
Not of her. Of the truth. She looks exactly like her mother.
Not in the face, not fully but in the eyes. That same steady, infuriating calm. That refusal to bow. The quiet certainty that made the bond latch so fiercely it nearly tore me apart.
Narissa. Standing in my house. On my land.
Invited.
I feel King stir violently beneath my skin, hackles rising, rage and panic colliding so fast I can barely separate them. He remembers her mother too. The bond. The pull. The pain o
