022

Rafe

Malia drops her eyes, her fingers fidget with the edge of the blanket as she waits for me to say something.

‘She’s like a forbidden fruit.’ Rokar muses. ‘So close and yet so far away. Are you sure it will hurt her?’

I hear the desperation in his tone. I knew how he felt because I felt my own urges anytime her blue eyes locked with mine. It wasn’t just Rokar that wanted her. I wanted to fee