a Mead

t it sent a bolt of pure heat through my veins. It was a fire I

g the solid wall of muscle, the raw power held in check. He lifted me into his arms as if I w

y heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. This was it. The final ac

nding shivers across my skin. The moment his mouth made c

was a thousand times stronger than the Sparks I'd felt before-a torrential

I had read about it, dreamed about it. It was the legendar

e pulled back, his eyes wide with a raw, visceral

he breathed, his voice a r

oken. The connection was severed. Unless... The thought was a wild, impossible

rrifying. I didn't want this. I couldn

lf had ot

oar erupted. It was Lyra, awake and alive

IN

rocious, possessive, triumphant scream that shook my very soul. A powerful,

sponding, not with a simple answer, but with a roar

LAST! OU

ee

ght of oblivion-it all evaporated in the face of this cataclysm

nger was gone, replaced by a man looking at me with a

voice thick with a

ntent. It was a statement of absolute, undeni

protect myself from this impossible hope. But my body, now thrumming with Lyra's ec

ne, and this time there was no mask, no barrier. It was a kiss

shared with Zane. This was a supernova. A soul-deep res

sensation and emotion pull me under. For the first t

oming in ragged gasps. He looked down at me, the masked woman in his bed who had just turned his entire wor

know. He h

ommand, laced with an authori

e it