Her grip tightened, unnervingly strong, and I felt a jolt of panic shoot through me. My pulse quickened as her fingers dug into my wrist. It was like being caught in a trap, but I didn't understand why. This was Aimee—Aimee, the woman I loved, the woman I'd been searching for. But something about her was different now, something darker, and that primal part of me, the beast that lived inside, stirred in warning.
"I missed you too," she repeated, her smile widening, but there was no warmth in it. Instead, it felt like a predator watching its prey, a calculated hunger in her eyes. My instincts screamed at me to pull away, but her grip was like iron.
