The bond between them roared to life, flooding her senses with him—his scent, his heat, the raw power that radiated from his still form. Every nerve ending sparked. Every hair on her arms rose. She could feel him in her bones, in her blood, in the very marrow of who she was.
But then a shiver of fear traced down her spine.
Since the moment she had met him, she had never seen him like this.
His face was carved from stone. His jaw was set. His eyes—those beautiful eyes that had looked at her with passion and hunger—were dark. Not with anger. Something deeper. Something colder.
Dominant.
Composed.
Serious.
His aura filled the room like a living thing, pressing against her skin, making it hard to breathe. It wasn't threatening exactly. It was something worse.
It was judgment.
And it s
