“Azriel...” I spoke his name as he drifted closer. I blinked. “What are you—”

He was never naked at all. I sighed. What the fuck am I imagining?

“Something’s wrong?” he purred, his grin almost reaching his ears.

“I...” I shook my head as I lowered my gaze and bit my lip, my cheeks blushing. “What are you doing out here?”

“The air is nice,” he chuckled.

I clicked my tongue. “You’re just out here for me.”

Even now, I could hear my former mate’s voice, cold and unyielding: I reject you, Rhiannon...

Azriel’s face become serious when he noticed a tear escaped my eye. He slid his hands into...