Chapter 110
Annalise
The mirror reflected a woman both familiar and strange.
I stood in front of it, my fingers grazing the soft silk of my white nightgown—delicate, sheer, revealing far more than it concealed. The fabric clung to my curves, barely brushing my thighs. My hands drifted upward, tracing the faint marks my mates had left on my skin—Dane’s bite on my neck, Cassian’s lingering claim near my collarbone, Sylus’s rough imprint on my wrist.
Marks of possession. Marks of a bond both sacred and cursed.
I slowly sat down on the edge of my bed, my legs dangling as I exhaled, the weight of the day settling over me. My thoughts drifted, unbidden, to the morning. To him.
The heat of Dane’s lips. The way he had touched me with possession, yet warned me with venom-laced words. His fing
