Damon’s hand cupped the side of my face like he was afraid I’d vanish if he held me too hard. His thumb brushed my cheekbone, slow, reverent, almost trembling. The firelight from the safehouse hearth painted his eyes molten silver, and the bond between us pulsed, hungry, desperate, unyielding.I felt his wolf pressing at the edges, that primal urge to claim, to mark, to brand me with tooth and blood. And spirits help me, my body leaned into it. My heart hammered as his mouth hovered near mine, a whisper away, the heat of his breath mingling with mine.One kiss, one slip,one bite and there would be no turning back.My wolf howled inside me, yes, yes, take him, claim him, let the bond finish what it started.But my witch-blood hissed with warning, violet sparks curling under my skin. The bond wasn’t safe. Not yet. Not with Jace circling like a vulture or with Kyle’s noose tightening around both of our necks. If I gave in now, if we sealed this bond fully, I feared it would unravel me
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