CHAPTER 39
AVA'S POV
“The bond has entered its first heat.”
Thorne’s words hung in the damp air of the crypt like a death sentence.
Nobody spoke. The silence that followed was suffocating, enough to drown out the dripping sound of water in the dark corners of the tomb. I clamped my teeth together, my hands pressing against my own ribs to keep my chest from heaving. Don't panic, I told myself, even as my vision swam with a sudden, dizzying rush of heat. Do not panic.
Draken’s hands were still around my waist, his grip so tight it bordered on pain, yet I could feel the tremor in his large, calloused fingers. He was tearing himself apart trying not to pull me too close. His golden eyes blazed in the dim torchlight, the pupils dilated so wide the gold was nearly swallowed by black.
Thorn
