Iron Claw (Iroquois)
The moment we touched, I knew I was in trouble. Her touch felt like an electric pulse running through my body. She was the sun on a cloudy day. Our connection did something to me, and I can’t explain it. All I know is that I liked it. No, I loved it, and that scared the hell out of me.
I never felt such a connection with Persephone. We met when we were fifteen, and she was the most perfect person I ever met. I loved her instantly. When we turned eighteen, we were over the moon that we were each other’s mates.
Yet as perfect as we were, I never felt the pull, the connection I do from a woman I am doing everything to get away from. So you can understand my shock and dismay at the same time feeling my connection with Mira.
All I wanted to do was take her on that bed
