Mary Ann
I slammed the door to my room in the Luna Wing and twisted the lock with shaking fingers. The click echoed like a gunshot in the quiet space. My back pressed against the solid wood as I slid down to the floor, knees drawn up to my chest. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat, in my temples, everywhere. The taste of him still lingered on my lipswhiskey and heat and something dangerously addictive.
That kiss.
Goddess help me, that kiss.
I pressed my fingers to my swollen mouth, tracing the spot where Modric had claimed me so thoroughly. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. It was meant to be anger, punishment, a power play from the man who had once torn me apart with words. Instead, it had been fire. Raw, consuming fire that had burned through every defense I
