Chapter 1712

Then, slowly, Emma stood. Her skin glowed like molten honey, and her eyes... her eyes had changed. They swirled with color - greens, reds, violets, golds - like the petals themselves had melted into her irises.

She smiled, and it was both Emma and something new.

She turned to Jude. "It's chosen a form."

"What form?" Zoey asked.

Emma stepped forward, hips swaying, every movement soaked in power and seduction. "Me."

And then she kissed Jude.

There was no hesitation, no warmth. Just fire. Her mouth claimed him with purpose, her tongue demanding, her body pressing against his like she was trying to pour herself into him. Jude groaned, gripping her waist, holding her close. Her nipples were hard against his chest, her breath hot in his lungs.

Lucy stepped up behind him, her hands sliding along his sides, her mouth at his neck. "Don't fight it," she whispered. "She's not just Emma right now. She's it ."