The Sentinel's Vow
Not from cold, not from fear, but from the same terrifying, intoxicating fire that was burning me alive from the inside out.
"Anna..." Her name ripped from my throat, dark, ragged, and thick with desire.
She looked up at me, her dark eyes wide, her lips parted in a breathless invitation. She tilted her head, exposing the long, delicate line of her throat, the same throat I had wanted to cover in bruises and kisses since the moment I stepped foot into this godforsaken estate.
"Touch me, Klaus," she whispered, her hands rising to press flat against my ribs, right beneath my shoulder holster. She could feel the hard, frantic pounding of my heart beneath her palms. "Stop pretending you don't wan