The morning sun brings an uneasy and heavy feeling that settles in my chest.The sun is barely breaking through the trees as I make my way down the hallway, my footsteps muffled against the stone floor. The palace is still quiet, that kind of silence that comes just before everything changes. I can still feel that kiss from last night, soft yet sharp all at once. But my mind knows better. Varic doesn’t do soft. Whatever that moment was, it’s probably already forgotten.I’m not sure what I expect—maybe Varic pacing, Aiden being smug, or perhaps some sort of trap—but I certainly don’t expect the war room to be occupied already.Aiden’s feet are propped up on the table as usual. A mug of something far too strong for this time of day sits next to him, steam rising from it. He grins when he sees me.“Morning, Princess. Sleep well?”I roll my eyes, about to answer, when the door behind me swings open.It’s Varic.He’s shed the softness of last night like an old skin. Gone is the man who he
For a second, the air between us was so heavy I felt like I might choke on it. I don’t know who’s more pinned in place — me or him. His eyes burn through me, amber and wild and tired all at once.He’s the first to break it. “What were you doing at the door, Nadia?”His voice is low — not the biting Alpha tone I’ve heard him use on everyone else, but not soft either. It slips under my skin and pulls the truth right to the edge of my tongue. But I force it down.“I went out for some air. I couldn’t sleep,” I say, shrugging a shoulder like it’s no big deal. “I walked. Ended up here.”Aiden, still lounging against the wall behind Varic’s desk, snorts. “A midnight stroll right to the door you shouldn’t be at. How convenient.”I shoot him a look but don’t bother denying it. I fold my arms instead, chin up. “I didn’t
I couldn't sleep. I'd tuned my pillow so many times, that it had turned cold, but the heat under my skin refused to fade. My lips still tingled from his, and I kept brushing my fingertips over them, as if trying to prove it had happened—that he had kissed me... Me.I hated how much I wanted to feel it again. Groaning, I rolled to my back, staying up at the ceiling. Part of me wishes I could go back to the moment and stop it before it had happened—to save myself from this twisting ache of betraying someone I didn't even know. But the bigger part, the honest part, wanted it all over again. Want the rough drag of his lips, the desperate rumbling in his chest.Stop it, I closed my eyes, but the images just got brighter. He said I was his. He staked a claim, and I didn't know how to feel about it. I pressed my palm to my chest. The word should make me feel this warm. Not after Greg. Not after being tied to
Varic's POVThe fire in the study had burned low, but I felt no chill. I slumped in my chair like it was the only thing keeping me upright—boots spread wide, elbow on knee. Head hanging low. I could still taste her. Nadia. Blood flowed lower just by the thought of her.Why had I don't it? That damn kiss gutted me deeper than any blade. I didn't plan it— by the Goddess, I didn't even want it. I wanted to shut her up, to make her listen, to prove to her that at the moment, she was the one that mattered. But the second she looked up at me with those eyes, something inside snapped. When her lips touched mine, the world cracked open. I felt her tremble in my arms, not out of fear, but with want; she wanted more, demanded more.She was so responsive, meeting my kiss with the same intensity. I could still remember the scent of her skin, its taste of salt and fire and the heat of her mouth bruised again
“Hey, wait.”He called out, but I had already crossed a few tables. It felt like a walk of shame, but I kept my head low and walked on.“Nadia,” he called out, now following me.My heart skipped a bit at the way my name rolled off his tongue, it sounded foreign like it didn’t belong to me anymore. I didn’t realize how much of myself was blending into the mask, becoming Vanessa, and the way he called my name sounded like he was reminding me of who I was."Nadia," he called out, harsher this time."Don't!" I snapped, spinning around to face him. "Don't say it like that."He stopped a few inches away. "Like what?"My eyes blurred, and I fought to keep the tears at bay. "Like you care. Like you didn't stand there and let her paw at me, laugh with you, flaunt to everyone present that you could
I lost count of how long I had been waiting. Hours had passed and the sun had successfully snuck behind the horizon, and they weren’t done yet. I felt stupid—why was I waiting on him like a wife? Some Lunas had excused themselves, like Thelma, who had slipped away soon after I returned from the walk with Aiden, while others still lingered in a small group.I tried talking with them a few times, but they kept asking about the accident and my memory, and I didn’t have the energy to indulge. So I left and to keep myself busy, I helped the maids who were clearing the dirty dishes and glasses off the table.“There you go,” I said under my breath as I handed one of them a small stack of plates.Her eyes, which had widened when I began clearing, remained the size of a saucepan as she quickly took the dishes from me. “My lady, it isn’t appropriate for the guests to see you doing this.&rd