Craving the foe

is touch still lingering on her skin. She couldn't escape it, couldn't escape hi

r from the start: survive, strike first, kill the enemy, never let them get to

d let

e mistake that

She had the power. But when her mind settled, all she could see was his face - that cold, ruthless ex

art sq

dn't go thro

t

er made her freeze. She didn't need

rumbled from the doorway

e him. His dark eyes were locked on her with an intensity th

pat, taking a step back. "That I'll j

ay. He didn't need to. His presence alone spoke

l anymore. She knew that. And dee

ce quiet, low. "You've been falling

she muttered, trying to

I'm not. I'm telli

words, raw emotions. She wanted to fight him. She wanted to lash out

voice softer now. "The way you burn for me?

er throat. "You don't

et. "I know everything. I know the way you look at me when you think I'm not wa

to let him see her weakness. "You don

possessive. "You're wrong, Seraphine. I've been con

trong. "No," she hissed. "You've been controll

ould still see it - the flicker of regret that only lasted a heartbeat. "You

trembling with fury. "You destroyed ev

now a low growl. "And I'm sorry. Bu

up. She could feel the crack in her resolve, the way his words were breaking down t

e whispered, her voice

h for her to feel the heat of his breath on h

reverent. She didn't fight him. She couldn't. Her hands gripped the front of

. Her father's death. Her family's fall. Every part of her that had been sha

ragged. "I'm not oing to make this easy for you,

et his gaze, a mix of fear and desire b

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