Chapter 6

"Let go, Olivia," Aethon’s voice echoed, rough and icy. His massive hand clamped around my wrist, forcibly trying to pry my arms away.

"Make me!" I snapped, tightening my locked fingers against the rock-hard wall of his abs. I dragged my bare chest deliberately across the crisp cotton of his shirt. "You just used my body all night, and now you're going to run out on me?"

Aethon let out a heavy breath, trying to peel my hands off again, but his eyes suddenly flicked toward the nightstand. His brow furrowed instantly. The spot where he always kept his silver…