Meet Her Sister

Olivia trembled in his arms, his words slicing through her like a dagger.

She wanted to scream. To run. To put distance between them before she drowned in him completely.

But the heat of his body, the warmth of his touch, the gravity of his presence—it wrapped around her like chains of velvet. She was unraveling.

"I'm not yours," she whispered fiercely, her voice barely more than breath.

But even as she said it, it no longer felt like the truth.

Damon's eyes darkened. A slow smile curved on his lips, dangerous and sure.

"Not yet," he murmured against her ear, his breath fanning across her skin. "But you will be."

She braced herself for another kiss—for the storm of it, the inevitable fall.

But instead, he let her go.

She blinked at him, stunned. Her skin tingled where he'd touched her, and a strange coldness seeped into her bones, like her body mourned the loss of his warmth.