Meeting Justin

IVONNE'S POV

I stayed in the bathroom for a good ten minutes after I was sure Hector had left the room.

Not because I needed that long to change my outfit or fix my hair—no.

I was hiding from Hector.

Or rather… recovering from his growing effects on my senses.

The moment I sensed he’d walked out and the hallway door closed, I finally exhaled and leaned my back against the cool tiled wall.

Thank the Goddess the mind link was now shut.

Because earlier—when his voice had slipped into my head feeling warm, calm, and deep like it belonged in my bones—I’d nearly lost my balance. Literally.

My knees had gone soft like I was a teenager hearing her crush say her name for the first time. And there was a second where I was scared that i might actually moan out loud.

Dear goddess, I would have died from embarrassment if that had ever happened.

But could anyone blame me for reacting like that?

After all, I had never, ever felt anything like that in my life before, and that was because Mos