"Disgusting."The word curled out of him like it was venom, low and sharp. It landed between us like a slap, stinging in a way that had nothing to do with shame and everything to do with the weight in his voice. Ruarc’s eyes dragged over me—not in appraisal, but in judgment. They burned with something hot and bitter, flashing gold under the torchlight as they lingered on my throat, my swollen lips, the flush on my skin.My body still sang with the echo of Calyx's touch—my thighs damp, my nerves frayed. I could feel the throbbing pulse of my heartbeat in places I didn’t want to name. And there he stood, fresh from the bathhouse, skin still damp, scent scrubbed clean—and utterly undone.He stalked forward like he was scenting prey, muscles tight beneath bare skin. His jaw clenched, heat rippling off him in waves. No words. Just movement. Just fury.I took a step back. Just one.His nostrils flared. He inhaled sharply, as if the very scent of me offended him—or intoxicated him. "You smel
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