(Chapter 107: Lorenzo's POV)
The taste of her still lingered on my tongue—sweet, electric, and mine. But beneath the hunger, there was something darker. Fear. It clawed at the edges of my mind, refusing to be silenced.
I almost lost her.
I stood at the edge of the bed, watching as Mira slept. Her breathing was steady now, the unnatural pallor in her skin finally fading. My venom had soothed the worst of the damage, but I had felt it—the moment her life balanced on a knife's edge. And if I hadn't acted…
I clenched my fists to stop the tremor in my hands.
She shouldn't have risked herself. Not for me.
The bond between us pulsed softly—a thread of warmth anchoring me to her. It was still fragile from the strain, but it held. She held. Even when she shouldn't have.