Touch me tender, Break me wild: A Steamy Compilation
But how, when I was the danger?
Tessa paced a step, boots scuffing the worn boards, then stopped by the hearth, grabbing a bundle of dried leaves from the mantel. Her hands moved quick, practiced, crushing them into a mortar with a pestle that ground like bones. 'Mother's books talked about it. Bites from cursed wolves... they bind. I'll share your shifts, the pain, maybe even the rage.' She glanced at me, eyes searching, vulnerability cracking her steady front. 'If we don't break it soon, it'll pull us both under.'