Imagination encircles the world, and when left unchecked, it destroys faster than any blade.
~ DAMON ~
Her scent still clings to my skin. Haunts is the better word. It’s in my lungs, in my damn bloodstream, and Maddox won’t shut up about her. He keeps roaring every f*****g 3 seconds like he’s starving and she’s the only thing he needs to sink his jaws into.
I haven’t felt this alive since Elara. And that’s the part that pisses me off the most. There’s something about her… what’s the word? Enchanted? Awakened?
Whatever it is, it crawls under my skin and settles too f*****g deep. Her scent awakens Maddox in ways I’ve been trying to bury for years. And it’s driving us both insane.
I haven’t felt this restless in years. Not even during the worst of it.
I want her, f**k, I want to touch h
