As I left Arabella's chambers, my mind was filled with everything that had happened at the dinner table, every word, every glance, every reaction replaying over and over again in my head like a curse I could not shake off.
I berated myself for losing control. I don't know what came over me. I don't know if it was
Arabella's scent that almost drove me mad. I know I wanted to see her body, that much I cannot deny, but half of what I did was fueled by Midnight. The beast had been restless all evening, prowling beneath my skin, feeding off my emotions, amplifying them until I could barely tell where I ended and he began.
I sighed as I ran my hand through my hair, frustration clawing at me from within.
