I’m certain I’m seeing things as the crater begins to shake, a slash of relief almost severing me in two despite the massive crack weaving across the ground. Despite the way those ember eyes are locked on me—scarcely dressed, sprawled across the sand beneath another male intent on claiming the right to bind with me . . . Probably not a good time to commend him on his hunting skills, but damn—it’s tempting.
Raeve is finally coming to her senses like the good female protagonist she is. It's as if they're bound by fate or something and she knows she's better off with Kaan than on her own. Shocker.
