SASHA
There were not many things in my life that have made sense. This was not one of them.
‘What do you mean ‘mate?’ I hissed at Ash, pushing myself out of the man’s hold.
‘I… you felt it too, didn’t you?’ she asked. She sounded genuinely lost. ‘Tell me you felt that, Sasha. The tingle. The pull of it.’
‘Shut up,’ I snapped, and immediately felt the room tilt as a wave of dizziness rolled through me.
He caught me again before I went down, and the moment his hands closed around my arms, that wanting came back, immediate and unwelcome. It was wrong. I knew it was wrong, in every part of me that was still thinking clearly. And yet my body kept responding to his touch like it recognised something in it, and that familiarity was almost more unsettling than the wanting itself.
I pushed aw
