It occurs to me this is all I’ve ever wanted, this excruciating pleasure that tilts toward pain and back. The power coursing through me is primal, all earth and fire, some spell that Dinlas has cast on my body.
His smile sends a sudden rush of heat through my body. I let the sensation ebb and give him my hand, allowing him to pull me to my feet. We are standing uncomfortably close, neither of us moving, just looking at each other.
The moonlight is a little too familiar tonight, the way it touches my face, caresses my mind. It summons the memory I want — the same one that stirred when Hades kissed me. The one that woke when I kissed him.