And then there was light. The house was washed in it, blinding me. "You and I—we're the same," Grim murmured, his voice thick, almost dreamy. "My Tempest," he sighed, the words slurring into the night air as I leaned closer, drawn to him like a tide I couldn't fight. In one swift, aching motion, his strong arms seized me—dragging me down until I crashed against his chest. Our lips collided, rough and desperate, the world falling away around us.
