Bella’s eyes were shut tight, her shoulders tense as she braced for the bruising impact of the floor. But the pain never came. Instead, a wall of solid, unyielding muscle caught her, the sheer force of his grip halting her descent instantly.
Slowly, her eyelashes fluttered open.
Daemond was hovering directly over her, his breathtaking, sculpted face mere inches from her own. His piercing emerald eyes were wide, locked onto hers with an intensity that made the breath catch in her throat. The heavy crystal jar had shattered nearby, splashing the ice-cold water entirely over both of them.
The transformation was instant and devastatingly sensual. Bella’s light blue button-down shirt was completely soaked through, turning utterly transparent under the dim office lights. The wet fabric clung
