Hazel’s POV
“Are you okay, Hazel? You don’t look so good.”
Dimitri’s voice was soft, worried. He stood beside me on the balcony of my room, both of us overlooking the garden that stretched out below like a green sea in the morning light. The sun was already climbing, warm on my skin, but I felt shivery…wrong.
I tried to smile. It came out weak, trembling at the edges.
“I’m fine,” I whispered.
I wasn’t fine.
I felt like a drug addict aching for a hit I didn’t even want. My whole body hummed with this low, restless heat that wouldn’t quit. Every few minutes my mind flashed filthy images—Nicholas’s mouth on my neck, his fingers curling inside me, his low growl telling me to come—and each one hit like a punch between my legs. The throbbing there hadn’t stopped since last night. It just k
