It should never have meant anything. Roark took a step closer. I was supposed to despise you, hunt you. Instead, you’ve brought me to my knees, begging for more of you. He towered over me, our chests touched, and I didn’t step back. We faced each other, a challenge, a desire. Roark’s eyes softened, and he spoke close to my face. Break me, I no longer care, as long as it is you who wields the destruction.
