Chapter 45

• The sun was warm on my skin as I lay in the garden, hiding away from Alaric. We’d been at it again, and no matter how many times we fucked, it was never enough. I bit my lip as I remembered the feeling of his body pressed against mine, the heat, the pull that made me crave more. I couldn't help but moan quietly at the thought, a delicious shiver running through me.
• But my peace was short-lived.
• A sudden breeze swept through the garden, chilling me to the bone despite the warmth. I sat up, sensing something wrong. My instincts flared, and I scanned my surroundings. There was nothing but the swaying trees and flowers. Yet, the air felt charged, like right before a storm.