The Fever Before the Flame

Kane

    The bond had been thrumming in my chest the whole way here, sharp and insistent.

    Relentless.

    I shoved the door open and strode in, every nerve in my body on edge.

    She was curled on the bed, her hands over her face, her skin flushed and damp.

    Her scent struck me like a punch....

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