Confusion sweeps through me.When did I connect? How am I already in his mind?
I’m about to say his name when I see her. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Piercing green eyes, thick midnight hair that cascades down her back in thick waves, and her body is practically glowing in the dim light.
Desire and love heat through my body like a fire blazing through my veins. My entire body lights up like never before.
“Nyx,” the woman speaks.
I gasp, realization hitting me.
This isn’t a dream. This isn’t a nightmare. I’m feeling what Nyx is feeling through Ambrose’s bond.
I should pull away. I’m not supposed to see this. This will wreck me. Ruin me. Destroy me.
Whatever is about to happen is private. It’s not for me to see.
But I can’t.
Not that I try. There is no way not to stay locked on the scene in front of me.
“Amora,” he says back.
I wait for the conversation to transpire between them. For the words of regret, of sorrys, of undeclared love to exchange. None of that happens.
Nyx walks toward her like the predator he is. Intense and primal and clear intentioned. I feel it all. I feel his desire raging through his body even though I can’t see him. It’s like I’m looking at her through his eyes.
He keeps walking until he’s hovering just in front of her. Until I can see just how green her eyes are—forest green and shimmery and fucking beautiful. Until the midnight shade of her hair blends with the shadows around her.
She doesn’t cower under his gaze. Doesn’t retreat. Like she’s expecting exactly this. Been waiting for this moment for years.
She cocks an eyebrow at him. She’s not going to be the one to initiate. To speak. But she’s waiting—waiting for him.
Unspoken words transfer between them. Words that I don’t hear.
And then, he kisses her. Hard, fast, claiming kiss.
She kisses him back. Her arms wrap around him, clinging to him like now that she has him, she’s never letting go again.
Heat radiates through Nyx in spades. His body is usually cool to the touch, bloodless—a vampire’s body.
But not when he’s kissing her. When he kisses her, everything changes.
“I thought I’d lost you forever,” he whispers.
“Never. You never lost me. I was a fool,” she says against his lips. She kisses his hard, her fangs nipping at his bottom lip until she’s drawing his blood.
He shakes his head. “I definitely lost you. But if I get you tonight, I’m never letting you go again.”
“I’m yours, Nyx, forever.”
I’m shaking.This is a nightmare. It can’t be real. It’s a nightmare.
Overwhelming feelings of love and lust crash into me, so violently that it steals my breath. But for once, the feelings aren’t for me. The emotions are all for her—Amora.
His true love.
I—I was nothing. I am nothing more than a shadow he left behind.
What pours through him now is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, touched, or dreamed of claiming for myself. It is vast. Ruinous. The kind of all-consuming devotion that remakes the world around it. The kind we pray the gods to bring us. What I imagined only true mates get to experience.