Chapter 366

Third Person's POV

Kyra's breath caught as Vance's mouth claimed hers—rough, demanding, almost punishing. His lips traced a fevered path down her jaw, across the delicate curve of her throat, his breath searing against her skin.

"Vance—what are you doing?" she gasped, pushing at his chest. But his strength was a wall against her trembling hands.

"Going mad, perhaps," he murmured against her neck,