TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF WHAT HAPPENS DURING PTSD, WHICH SOME READERS MIGHT FIND DISTRUBING. READERS' DISCRETION IS ADVISED. ————————————————————————
Draven's eyes darkened, the tension between us thickening with each passing second. I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he pressed me against the wall, his breath ghosting over my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
"You like playing with fire, don't you, princess?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. His lips barely brushed against my skin, making my heart race. "You think mentioning Caelan is going to throw me off? Make me jealous?"
I clenched my fists, refusing to let him see how much his proximity affected me. My mind screamed for me to push him away, but my body betrayed me, craving
