Chrystal barely had time to scream as they plummeted into the darkness, striking ice-cold water at the bottom of the cliff. She gasped desperately, shaking her honey-blonde hair as she came up for air, choking as icy water forced its way into her nose and mouth.
She thrashed, struggling against the river’s pull, and strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to the surface, the mate bond blazing as Castian raised and held her up, pressing her tightly against his chest.
Every inch of him that touched her felt like touching a live flame. Her gaze shifted instinctively to his carved face, as if searching for confirmation that she was not losing her mind, that she was not alone in the madness that threatened to overwhelm her senses.
The rogue’s expression, however, was unreadable; h
