Dawn had broken, bloody and unforgiving.
The alarms were still screaming through the clinic as Duke Varran’s forces tested my defenses. I should have been focused entirely on the battle outside. Instead, I stood at the foot of Justin’s bed, savoring the sight of the man who had once destroyed me.
He looked exquisite in his suffering.
Still restrained. Still painfully hard. Still leaking for me. His golden eyes were dark with exhaustion, jealousy, and a desperate hunger that fed the cold flame in my chest.
I approached slowly, my white coat whispering against the floor.
“Controlled indifference,” I murmured, trailing one gloved finger down the center of his sweat-slicked chest. “That is what I feel when I look at you now.”
Justin’s breath hitched as my finger stopped just above his th
