Chapter 66

Lysandra’s POV- R18

The contact hit me like a spark igniting dry tinder, his mouth hot and demanding as it moved over mine, tongue slipping past my lips to taste me deeply while the world narrowed to the press of his body against me.

Part of me recoiled at the wrongness of it all, the way we stood in this tower room stained by violence, the smell of death clinging to our clothes and skin from the