THANE POV
She smelled like me now.
Like me.
I didn’t know if I loved or hated that.
It was complicated.
I had always craved her scent. Always. From a distance, from doorways, from the edge of rooms where I had no right to want her the way I did.
I had wanted her for so long it had become a problem. A quiet one. The kind I could hide if I kept far enough away, if I did not stand too close, if I did not let myself breathe too deeply when she passed.
And now…
Now there was no hiding from it. Roses. Blood. s*x. Me.
Now it was mixed with mine.
With my brothers’ too.
Beautiful and horrible at the same time.
I lay there with her against my chest and tried to make sense of it. Tried to force my mind into something useful, something rational, something that did not feel like clawing a
