“You don’t fall in love in this world. You fall into obsession.”
The ruins smelled of old stone and blood.
Lira paced in the moonlight, barefoot, her dress torn where I’d ripped it the night before. Her hair was wild, her lips still bruised from my teeth. And yet she looked like royalty—cold, perfect, lethal.
“They know,” she said flatly, not looking at me. “Kade saw us.”
I leaned against a cracked pillar, arms folded. The night air bit at my skin, but I didn’t feel it. “Good. Let him stew.”
Her eyes snapped to mine, icy fire. “Do you think this is a game?”
“No,” I said, stepping toward her slowly, letting my wolf ride just under my skin. “I think it’s war.”
She didn’t back up. She never did. That’s what I liked about her. Her chin lifted as I closed the space between us, until we w
