FINNIAN
I didn’t know what to call this. Madness? Betrayal? Or something darker clawing through my chest every time my eyes lingered on her face. Being drawn to my brother’s wife wasn’t only insane, it was treacherous. And yet I couldn’t help it.
Forget the way her features haunted me. Forget the way her presence pulled at me like some unseen chain. My instincts were screaming something else, something I couldn’t place. Something that had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with fate.
I cursed myself for touching her in front of her sister earlier. The moment my hand brushed her, guilt surged like fire beneath my skin. I stormed back to my chamber, teeth clenched, as though distance could burn this poison out of me.
But distance did nothing. I wasn’t myself when she was nea
