Cool cool cool.
“You should not look at me like that right now, Luna.”
My breath caught.
“How am I looking at you?”
His gaze dropped slowly to my mouth.
“Hungry.”
Oh.
Oh no.
Heat flooded straight through me.
Because he wasn’t wrong.
I was hungry for him.
For another kiss.
For his hands.
For the impossible warmth I felt every time he looked at me like I was something precious instead of forgettable.
Thunder cracked loudly overhead.
The floating lanterns flickered.
And for one reckless terrifying moment beneath the storm-lit halls of the Asgarheim Runevald Institute—I thought he might kiss me again.
And I craved it.
Chapter 15-Sten
The doors to Professor Kenna’s office shut behind me with a low, resonant thud that seemed to echo straight through my skull.
Do not forget your reason.
The older Witch’s words clung to me like smoke as I strode down the western tower corridor, boots striking hard against ancient stone.
Storm light flashed through the towering windows overlooking the cliffs of Asgarheim, silver-white against black seas and jagged rocks far below.
Rain lashed the glass in violent waves while thunder rolled across the realm like the growl of some slumbering god.
Fitting.
Because there was a storm inside me too.
I dragged one hand through my hair roughly, claws scraping briefly against my scalp as frustration tightened every muscle in my body.
You are here for a reason.
I knew why I’d come to Runevald.
Control.
