VIOLET
"I didn't love him. Roman… hell, I didn't even fucking like him."
The words echoed off the stone walls of my room, sharp and breathless, a confession I didn't even mean to say out loud. But they were true. Every damn syllable.
I just tolerated him. That's all it ever was.
Tolerated him because he is Roman, son of my fathers best friend also second best hunters that we have, and is my father's choice. We've been friends since we were kids.
Roman was safe. Predictable. Human.
But Zain…
Zain was a fucking storm.
And I burned for him.
Every time he touched me, looked at me, even breathed near me—I unraveled. My body came alive in ways I'd never known were possible. That kiss in the dungeon hadn't been about Roman. It wasn't even about proving a point.
It was about us. About the fire that refused to die, no matter how hard I tried to suffocate it.
