Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, Lucas pulls my face toward his in a hard, desperate, and unforgiving kiss. The second out lips touch, I feel something in my soul beginning to stir. Awaken. Like I’ve found a missing piece I didn’t even know I needed.
I haven’t truly kissed anyone… well… ever. Not really. I was barely more than a child when Merlin cursed me, and every kiss since then has been motivated by… more evil factors. I’ve never kissed someone I wasn’t trying to murder.
The kiss deepens for a moment, our lips and hearts moving in perfect unison. Like they were always meant to find each other. My head is spinning, my stomach is dancing, and I’m losing myself in the beautiful darkness.
But then I realize what’s really happening. I’m being kissed by a werewolf prince w
