Troy
Her body curled into mine like it had muscle memory, like it needed me, even if she’d never admit it out loud. Every soft gasp, every twitch of her hips, she was betraying herself with every breath.
Since that damn night in the cave, she’d burned a hole through every corner of my thoughts. I couldn’t sleep without tasting her. Couldn’t breathe without smelling her. She was everywhere—under my skin, in my blood, tainting me.
How could a woman have so much control over me when I had none over her? The crone had warned me—told me that as a null, Kiana wouldn’t feel the mating bond. Not like I did. It wouldn’t drive her mad. Wouldn’t claw at her insides or make her bleed when I was too far away.
She could walk away tomorrow and never even blink.
I was the only one drowning. The only
