𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀
His large hand swallowed my wrist and the buzz began in an instant. It had been the same with Cyrus just the day prior—an incessant static beneath my skin, refusing to let me go. I evaded his gaze as I tried to concentrate on any sensation beyond the grip of the god in front of me as he pulled me toward him.
My head spun as I tried to yank myself back to the present. I mentally shook my head, trying to get my wits about me, but to no avail. The last thing I needed to feel right now was whatever the hell this was. Again, my body had grown too aware with that devastatingly familiar heat. I had felt it before, the first time Reuben had rested his hand on my shoulder. But I had been comfortable with my brother's best friend; I did not dread him like I did the man looming over me like some bad omen.
