“There are moments when love and violence are the same thing.”
The world was nothing but claws and fire and hands on me.
Kade and Ronan hit the stone floor, bodies twisting, teeth bared. The sound of their growls was deafening, a duet of rage and lust for blood that vibrated through my bones. My heart hammered so hard I could barely breathe.
“Stop!” I screamed, my voice raw, but neither of them heard. Or maybe they didn’t care.
Ronan’s grip still bruised my waist where he’d held me against him moments ago, his mouth at my ear, whispering things that made my skin burn in ways I didn’t want to admit. Kade’s scent filled my head—pine, smoke, and iron—his eyes burning gold as he fought to get to me.
Two bonds. Two fires. And I was caught in the middle.
I pressed back against the altar, c
