A demon in silk
Troy’s POV
Her scent hit me the moment she opened the door
Roses and wildflowers, sweet and sharp, wrapping around me like a chain, tempting me to step closer, to claim her, to protect her like she was mine. I felt my wolf surged, claws itching, howling that she was my true mate, the one to break the curse.
But this woman, Cassie, was not mine. Daphne was my choice, my love, my everything. I fought the pull, my jaw tight, and grabbed her wrist, my grip hard, anchoring me to my purpose. We had business to settle, and damn the mate bond if she was guilty.
She shrieked, her voice high, her eyes wide. “You’re hurting me!” she cried, twisting in my hold.
My wolf whined, urging me to let go, to pull her close, to wipe the pain from her face. Every instinct screamed to apo
