Zarek.
The door slammed behind me, the sound ricocheting through the corridor like thunder.
Damn her.
My breath came harsh, uneven. The scent of her still clung to me — wild jasmine and something darker beneath it, something untamed. It was in my lungs, on my skin, clawing at my composure like a living thing that refused to leave.
I dragged a hand through my hair, my fingers curling tight enough to sting. “By the Moon…” I muttered, half to myself, half to the beast pacing inside me.
She infuriated me. Every word from her lips, every glare from those flame-lit eyes—it tore through my control, clawing straight down to the raw edge of restraint I barely held on to.
And the worst part — she knew it. She knew exactly how to press where it hurt.
I could still feel her resistance in my han
