Lor's throat went dry, a mix of heat and unease curling in his gut.
Her intensity, the way she claimed him, was both thrilling and unsettling.
"You want to stay with me all the time?" he asked, his voice quieter, testing.
"Yes." No hesitation, her eyes locked on his, unwavering.
He swallowed, the weight of her words pressing against him. "Then… maybe I'll just go home. Sleep. I've had enough for one day."
Kiara's grip tightened, her fingers digging into his arm, her voice slicing through the air like glass.
"No." Her eyes flashed, a witch's fire burning behind them. "Don't give up, Lor. Don't retreat into yourself and think the problem goes away if you hide. Trust me. Keep me by your side, every time you let your lust flow. That's when she'll come for you. And that's when I'll catch her."
He stared at her, unease twisting tighter in his chest. "You want me to… keep doing this? These rituals? The guidance? The offerings?"
