VIOLET
I was sent to kill him, my kind Hated his kind, that have hunted and killed us for centuries.
I hated him.
I want him dead and everything that has to do with him, wiped out.
But yet…,,,,
I didn't know where I ended and he began.
Zain was heat and strength and chaos wrapped around me like a storm, and I let him in. I wanted him in ways that terrified me—deep, primal, bone-shaking need that didn't care who he was or what we were supposed to be.
But now…
Now, he was still.
His body pressed close, the weight of him grounding me. His hand stroked slow circles along my waist, as if reminding himself I was still here. Still real. Still… his.
The silence between us was thick with everything we hadn't said.
My heart was still racing, but it wasn't fear anymore.
It was want.
And something deeper—something I couldn't name.
He could have taken the mark.
Claimed me.
But he didn't.
Even when my body begged him to.
