The cold air bit at Lyra's skin as she stood in the doorway of the cabin, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. Kael had disappeared into the darkness once again, his presence lingering like a shadow in her mind. The weight of his words, his touch, still clung to her, leaving her shaken and confused.
You belong to me.
The memory of his voice echoed in her ears, sending a shiver down her spine. Kael's possessiveness, his raw intensity, had stirred something deep inside her- something she wasn't ready to face. But it wasn't just fear that gripped her-it was something else, something far more dangerous.
Her body still hummed with the lingering heat of his touch, and despite her better judgment, she couldn't deny the pull she felt toward him. It terrified her. Kael was dangerous, unpredictable, and his motives were far from clear. And yet, the bond between them-the way her body responded to him-was impossible to ignore.
