Rhea Everwood
After Sage left angrily, a strange, almost unsettling energy buzzed through my veins. It wasn't the usual exhaustion that clung to me like a shroud these days, nor was it the hollow ache that Mason's absence had carved into my soul. No, this was something... different. It pulsed, a warm, foreign current, and it had lingered since I'd spent the night with Sage.
I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom. How could he, a man I barely knew, a man who was not Mason, infuse me with such a potent sense of vitality? It was illogical, a betrayal of everything I believed I felt. A dangerous warmth spread through me at the memory of his touch, his scent, the way he had held me.
"No," I whispered, "This cannot be happening."
The thought of him sent a shiver down my spine. It was a threat
