Incarnate (The Marked, #5)

by Bianca Scardoni

Some fight the darkness; Others will become it.

His voice was like pure honey, sweet and sticky as it poured over every cell in my body.

Because I had feelings for Dominic. Real, deep-seated feelings that had started long before Trace took his last breath, and they continued to grow throughout the summer, and while Trace was back now—alive and breathing—that didn’t mean my feelings for Dominic had magically disappeared. But neither had my feelings for Trace.

Trace may have been back from the dead, but he and I could never be. I knew that now. As heartbreaking as the realization was, it didn’t change what I felt for Dominic. If anything, it just pushed me farther into his arms.

Licking my lips, I pressed myself all the way against him and made sure there was no confusion about what I wanted. “I want to be with you, Dominic. I don’t care what happens tomorrow or next year. I want you right now, and I’m not moving an inch until you give me what I know we both want.”