Chapter 10: A Sharp Slap
(Rhysand's POV)
The moonlight bathed her in an ethereal glow. Her silver eyes were hazy from the wine, but they still captivated me.
I knew I should step away. She was clearly intoxicated, vulnerable. But my wolf had other ideas.
Her scent called to me - sweet wine mixed with something uniquely her. It made my head spin.
When her soft lips met mine, I forgot everything else. She tasted of ancient moonlight and forbidden desires.
My grandmother's moon-blessed wine. I recognized the distinct flavor immediately.
"You've been in Eleanor's private collection," I thought distantly. But coherent thoughts scattered when she pressed closer.
My wolf howled in triumph. This felt right. Perfect. Like she was made to fit against me.
Her fingers traced my face
