“But you did. You took the potion, and in doing so, you salvaged one beautiful thing in a world full of ugliness. I, for one, will never be sorry for that.” I can barely process his words before his mouth is on mine and—gods, the heat of his hard body pressed against me, the feel of his lips sipping at my mouth, like I’m the finest wine and he’s fighting between warring instincts to savor and devour.