POV: Violet
One step.
That was all I’d promised. One step.
But standing there, hand clasped in Ryan’s, his warmth seeping through me like wildfire, I already knew what kind of trouble that step was. It wasn’t a small, harmless movement. It wasn’t dipping a toe into calm water. It was the kind of step that took you right off the edge of a cliff.
“Violet,” Ryan murmured, thumb brushing the back of my hand like he was trying to memorize me again. “You don’t know how much this means.”
I swallowed hard. “Don’t thank me yet.”
Because I wasn’t doing this for him. I wasn’t doing it for his wolf or his guilt or his haunted eyes. I was doing it because some broken, reckless part of me couldn’t stop wanting him, no matter how much sense screamed otherwise.
I pulled my hand free and wrapped my
