Chapter 2Adrian touches me firmly , grounding me, his rough fingers pressing into the delicate skin just above my pulse point. The contact sends a jolt through me, not just from the warmth of him, but from the mark itself. It flares, a sudden, searing heat that races from my collarbone down my arm, as if his skin has lit a fuse beneath mine. I gasp, my free hand flying to his chest, fingers curling into the thick wool of his tunic. His breath hitches, his dark eyes locking onto mine, and for a heartbeat, the world narrows to this me and him“Luna,” he murmurs, voice rough. His gaze flicks to my collarbone, to the marks still glowing faintly beneath my skin, like banked coals. The muscle in his jaw tightens. “You feel that?”I nod, because I can’t speak. The mark thrums, alive, as if it’s not just ink and magic but a living thing, stretching toward him. The pain is gone now, replaced by something else, something like hunger. His grip tightens, just for a second, before he forces hi
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