I look at Stark, and my entire body screams that I’m… missing him. It’s not sentimental. It’s not even solely physical, though unbearable heat floods between my thighs. No. It’s soul-deep, centered at the core of who I am. It’s like we were once carved from the same bone, sharing blood and breath. And then someone ripped him from me, only I can’t remember it happening. All that’s left is the fury and the enduring desire to go to him and restore what was lost.
