"It hurts, doesn't it?" he whispered, letting me strain to the limit of my bonds, maintaining the distance between us with a smirk. "Being so close to what you need, yet unable to take it. Five years I went without, Mila. But don't worry," he whispered, flicking a lock of sopping wet hair over my shoulder. "I won't make you wait that long. No, you can have everything you want, right now…"
It's been five years since I watched the Goddess burn, since I rejected my sacred-bloody-calling and turned instead to the limitless potential contained in the forest. It alone sustains me, feeding those dark, forbidden urges with ancient power.
Not even he can touch me here, where my influence is absolute.
Stalemate or no, Captain Asher Rawlings is a resourceful man, and though it's been years since he's so much as set eyes on my face, he hasn't given up the hunt.
He'll never stop.
Not until my knees are sullied and my skin is marked.
But he has the one thing capable of luring me from my fortress of ancient power…
… the one thing I can't resist…