Adrian's POV.
She dragged her finger slowly down my chest, over my shirt. Her nails scratched, not softly. She smiled when I didn’t flinch.
"You already know what I want," she said, voice low, voice thick. “I want you. The way I used to have you. Right here. Right now. Or you don’t get the cure.”
My stomach turned. I closed my eyes for a second. Rowena’s face flashed in my mind—the way she looked at Jason today, that look of surrender… and the way she screamed at me to leave last night.
I opened my eyes.
“Fine,” I growled. “Let’s get this over with.”
That was all she needed.
Her lips slammed against mine, and I didn’t kiss back. Not at first. Her tongue pushed past my teeth, needy, hungry, and I stood still, jaw tight. She yanked my shirt off, her nails clawing down my chest like sh
