Now, I’m just circling her, orbiting getting closer every time, unable to stop, unable to reach out, unable to pull away. She does something to me that I can’t explain. She pulls out a version of Kir Lazarev that’s feral and depraved and so f*****g possessive it scares even me. Every man who looks at her instantly becomes my sworn enemy.
I’ve never been like this. Not with anyone.
I don’t know how it will end. All I know is need, scalding my internal organs like blasphemous f*****g fire. Even now, after I’ve already done unspeakable things to her neighbor and to Jillian herself, it’s not even close to enough to sate me. I’m still scorching. A drop of water on my skin will probably sizzle.
There’s only one thing that’s helped ease the burn since Jillian entered my life. f**k it—might as
