Chapter Thirty-Five
Aurora
Heat enveloped Aurora, snaking down under her skin, filling every part of her. Power. It seeped into every pore, drilling down into her very bones.
Warm lips pressed against hers, and her mind worked furiously. She could feel it. How could she feel it? For so long, she’d laid still, unable to react to the words she heard or feel his touch. Phillip.
Tears leaked from the corners of her still closed eyes, and she wanted to tell him to stop, to take his magic back, but the only thing she could do was kiss him back as her voice refused to come. Phillip, no. You can’t do this. Their son needed him. Wulfric. Aurora had heard his voice every day of her slumber, but she’d only imagined his face.
Phillip was the king of Bela. He couldn’t give that up to save her. Ric
