Blood Beneath the Cypress Knees
“Don’t push me away. Not tonight.”
“I couldn’t if I tried,” he murmured, pulling her close.
Their kiss deepened, slow at first—then desperate, as if they were clinging to each other against the darkness pressing in. For the first time in what felt like forever, there were no rebels, no council, no blood.
Just Rio and Junie.
Down the hall, Odessa stood still outside Lucien’s chamber, sharp senses prickling at the edges of something unseen.
The scent again.
Not strong. But present.
Bab Populer