KANE POV
Her breath hit my lips in short, warm puffs, smelling faintly of coffee and sweet blueberries.
Standing between her knees, my hands cupping her face, I let my thumbs trace the soft curve of her jawline. Up close, her curly hair framed her face, her soft fringe brushing just above her brows. But it was her hazel eyes that trapped me, a stunning blend of warm gold flecked with raw Origin magic.
Every instinct in my body was screaming at me to close that last agonizing inch between our lips. To taste her, to claim her, to wrap her in my arms and never let her step foot out of this lodge again.
Aria didn't pull back. Her eyes held mine without a flicker of fear, her hands coming up to rest lightly against my wrists.
"Kane," she breathed softly, her fingers curling around
