Triple Temptation
"Show me the dark."
The kiss was a collision, a desperate, messy exchange that tasted of rain and ancient magic. Silas pushed her back against the cave wall, his body a heavy, solid weight that finally silenced the screaming voices in her head. For the first time since the Cradle, Rhea didn't feel like a prophecy or a vessel. She felt like a storm. The silver light from her skin illuminated the cave in jagged strobes as she gave in to the reckless passion, her nails drawing blood from Silas’s shoulders. She wanted to be consumed. She wanted to burn away every last shred of the Omega who had been afraid of her own shadow.