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Elita

I lean back, panting. His blood stains my lips as I meet his gaze. His eyes are still cold, but there’s something else there now.

A fire.

A flicker of something primal, like the predator inside him, recognizes the one inside me.

We are both alike in ways we can’t really understand.

His chest rises and falls quickly, his breaths shallow, but I know it’s not just from the kiss.

The night darkens, and the water behind me ripples again. My small plan of revenge had the desired results.

Something between us shifts, a spark igniting.

It’s the mate bond, the pull I kept trying to ignore, but now it’s impossible.

The air around us crackles, turning electric. I feel it in my bones, in my veins.

My skin buzzes with the intensity of it, and it makes my heart race inside my chest.

I shouldn’t want this. This is wrong. He just tried to drown me to death and felt nothing much about it.

He played dirty, and I want to play dirtier than him.

I want to leave him hanging while the bond dri