Jessica felt the fire rising within her, the heat coursing through her veins like molten lava. Her breath came in shallow, desperate gasps as she sat on the edge of the bed in the dimly lit guest room. Sweat beaded on her skin, her body trembling with a need she couldn't control. The moment Elara had left her, the effects of the potion began to take hold, burning through her like a wildfire.
Damn Elara, she thought bitterly, her mind briefly flitting to the woman who had orchestrated this insane plan. Jessica had never fully trusted her, and yet here she was, trapped in the middle of a scheme that she didn't even fully understand. All Elara had told her was to wait for Damien, that he'd be drawn to her like a moth to flame, unable to resist the call of her heat.
