Mara's POV

"Shhh—" he murmured against my ear. His breath, a furnace of alcohol. His words were slurred, but the intent behind them was sharp enough to draw blood. "I've missed you—I've missed this, Mara."

"You’re drunk," I gasped, trying to pry his hands wrapped around me, but he only tightened them more. "David, stop. Think about what you're doing. Think about Andrea."

The mention of her name seemed to trigger something dark. With a low growl, he spun me around. The movement was so sudden, so violent, that my head spun. In the dim, silver light of the moon, David’s eyes were unrecognizable. Gone was the gentle boy from...