Keya's POV:
“If you want us both, you will have us both,” Rafael said, his eyes never leaving mine, daring to blink, breathe, to deny. I had no words left in me to do any of that. "Tell us."
His voice was low and steady, like stone grinding against stone—unyielding, immovable.
My breath caught in my throat.
For a moment, the entire world seemed to narrow down to that single sentence.
Here he was… giving me exactly what I had secretly wanted, what my heart had been aching for, and suddenly I had nothing to say. No clever response. No teasing remark.
Nothing.
My brain was empty. My wolf was breathless, as breathless as I was.
My heart slammed against my ribs, fast and loud enough that I was sure they could hear it.
I wasn’t sure if what rushed through me was fear… or thrill… or so
