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I picture her again—vivid as starlight—those precious seconds when she stood bare, unaware she was being watched.
Her curves bathed in torchlight, the silk gown I conjured sliding over her hips like a kiss.
Fuck.
My cock thickens instantly, heavy and aching, and I press my palms flat against the cold stone wall of the Eyrie, grounding myself.
This isn’t just attraction.
It’s obsession.
Possession.
A mating bond.
The zareth?
I’m not sure.
But it is unwanted, unplanned, and unstoppable.
And it’s happening faster than it should.
I might have misjudged the Dragon’s connection to her.
Hell, I might’ve misjudged myself.
Because nothing—nothing—about Jules Strano has followed the plan.
Not her reaction to me.
Not her presence here.
Not the way she matters.
She's just a pawn.
But that doesn’t feel right.
She’s supposed to be a means to the throne.
But I think, well that is, I believe Jules Strano might actually be myviyella.
And after hearing Thorne’s careless remark, I am positive I’ll let no other have her.
Gods help anyone—anyone—who tries to take her from me.
I will burn Nightfall down to the bone before I let that happen.
Chapter6
Jules
The Eyrie—TheLibrary
My thoughts are surprisingly clear.
I mean, yeah, I’ve been kidnapped.
