Chapter 367

Third Person's POV

Under the cold silver light of the moon, Kyra stood frozen, her pulse a wild drum beneath her skin.

Vance's voice was soft, too soft — the kind of low, dangerous calm that curled like smoke.

"I'm not the sort of male who needs to force anything," he murmured, his breath ghosting against her cheek. His lips brushed her ear, a teasing touch that sent a shiver down her spine. "Kyra