It should have terrified me.
Instead, all I could think about was how good his body felt against mine.
Hard muscle.
Heat.
The deep rumbling growl vibrating constantly through his chest.
And gods—his scent.
It was growing stronger.
Lavender.
Spice.
Smoke.
Midnight.
The smell wrapped around me until every breath tasted like him.
I whimpered his name softly against his throat.
Actually whimpered.
Humiliation should have followed.
It didn’t.
Because I needed something desperately now.
Something only he seemed capable of giving me.
“I got you,” he whispered against my hair.
And I believed him immediately.
That was the terrifying part.
I trusted Sten more after two weeks than I trusted most people I’d known my entire life.
More than my sisters.
More than the Coven.
Maybe even more than myself.
I buried my face against his chest as the world blurred around us.
Trees.
Stone towers.
Moonlight.
Everything smeared into streaks of shadow and silver.
