ROOSEVELT’S POV

"Swallow," he ordered, his voice rough. His thumb pressed down on my tongue, forcing it flat. "All of it."

I closed my eyes, a tear slipping down my cheek. I felt completely trapped by him.

Before I could even move, Zyran’s body went rigid.

The dark, hungry fire in his eyes vanished in an instant. It was replaced by a blank stare. He pulled his hands away from me so quickly that it felt like my skin had burned him.

He stumbled backward, his shoes scraping against the floor.

"Zyran?" I gasped, coughing as air rushed back into my burning lungs. I quickly pulled my clothes together, my...