First and Second chances
Elizabeth clutched her wrist after she pulled away, turning her back to me. Pain had flickered across her face, though she said nothing. Damn it. I’d nearly kissed her. What in the hell was wrong with me? This wasn’t right—she had a true mate. I cursed myself as I pushed to my feet. “You wanted more than just a kiss, Jason,” Helios drawled mockingly, straining against the barriers I forced into place. His hunger pressed forward, sharp and insistent. I shoved him back, locking him out, desperate to clear my own head. The last thing I needed was his desires twisting mine. I looked at Elizabeth.