“We weren’t supposed to be bound. But I’ll use him, or burn with him.”
The ritual stones were cold under my feet, but I didn’t shiver.
I still felt him inside me.
I still smelled his blood and sweat on my skin.
And I still hated—hated—that the bond between us hadn’t faded with distance. It burned hotter, crueler, like chains that tightened every time I tried to pull away.
Ronan stepped out of the shadows as if I’d summoned him, silver eyes glinting under the moonlight. His shirt was open again, chest bruised, a smear of blood on his throat from our earlier… mistake.
“Watching me again?” I said, voice sharp enough to cut. “Careful, rogue. If Kade catches you—”
“Let him,” Ronan interrupted, stepping closer. “I’ve already tasted what’s his. Might as well taste what’s mine.”
Heat poole
