Just as I was about to reach that pinnacle of ecstasy and combust, a sound echoed in the distance and I froze. It was delicate and far away, but I'd heard it. "Kova?" a honeyed voice called out. Oh, my God. We both paused instantaneously. My heart dropped into my stomach, my throat closing up. Kova had gone ghostly white himself. "Katja," he whispered, wide eyes looking down at me.
