Cole’s POV
I walked out of that cell block faster, every muscle in me screaming for release.
The corridor blurred around me—guards averting their eyes, servants scurrying away but I didn't see them.
All I saw was Esme's face, etched in my mind: those tear-streaked cheeks, the way her lips parted when she ground against me, desperate and denied. Gods, denying her had been torture, but necessary.
If I'd given in, if I'd buried myself inside her like every instinct demanded, the mask would crack. Nolan would definitely know. And then she'd be gone.
My boots pounded the stone floors as I stormed toward my quarters. I shoved past a warrior, ignoring the flinch in his eyes.
Fear was good. Fear kept them in line but right now, it did nothing for the raging hard-on straining against my p
