Alora
If the kiss with Dimitri Valecourt was considered gentle, then the one with Bane is a raging wildfire.
I’m almost certain the tea has run its course now. I didn’t think I would need the second dose today — not when it had only been a couple of hours since I learned the truth. Hours since I learned, I’m locked in a Fates-cursed triad bond with the two kings of Elyndor. Now the heat is roaring back to life and coursing its way through my veins.
It’s the only thing I’m aware of. Not the door that was digging into my back. Nor the way his wolf lifted me off the damn floor.
Him.
Every inch of me is now pressed against a solid, overheated wall of muscle, and my traitorous body registers it before my brain even has a chance to catch up. My lungs burn and my core aches with an unfille
