𝐂𝐘𝐑𝐔𝐒
Silence crashed over the room. The haze of lust that had clouded my mind lifted like fog burning off in sunlight.
Fuck. We'd almost—
"Thirty days," Zayne continued, his voice hollow. "We have thirty days to collect the remaining Cores. Thirty days until the full moon. Thirty days until the rejection ritual." His eyes finally left Aurora, finding mine, then Kaleb's. "And if we consummate the bond before then, none of it matters. We'll be bound to her forever. The ritual will fail. Lycaon will break free. The realm will fall."
Aurora made a soft sound—not quite a whimper, not quite a sigh. Zayne's attention snapped back to her.
