It wasn’t a kiss between enemies. It wasn’t blind lust or selfish want. It was fire in the dead of winter, a shock of lightning to my bruised and silenced heart, it was thunder breaking over a desert and it was the awakening of a creature I’d almost forgotten I could be. Kissing Bastian Carderrin was treason of the highest form. Yet even with the shadow of my homeland looming over us, it was a sin I couldn’t stop myself from committing, no matter the consequences for my infidelity, or the price I’d no doubt pay for it in the end.
