Alexa

Harlow’s eyes burned every inch of my skin. It was crazy because I should be wet with cold. Contrary to outward appearances, I was instead agitated by the heat that ignited the fire inside me.

His hand grabbed my hand that was covering my chest. He pulled me with a gentle tug close to his body. Like invisible magic, I obeyed with small steps until I was now in his arms.

“Is this real?” he asked as his thumb brushed my cheek.

The scent of his body enveloped the surrounding air. Mint and pine, a scent I’d never forget. Mythril had now turned into a fiery energy that coursed...