HE WAS STANDING TOO close, and if he didn’t step back, Inrit was going to do something crazy. Like kiss him. The first wave of recognition had poured through her, crushing her with the force of a tsunami. In the maelstrom, she was remade into a being of pure need and she only needed one thing.
Him.
She dragged in a shallow breath through her mouth. If she breathed through her nose, she would catch his scent and it would be all over. She’d be wrapped around him, begging him to come in her, to seal the bond and take her, keep her, do anything so long as he did it with her.
“Pretend what?” she forced herself to ask with the same even tone she used when looking down the wrong end of a blaster.
They’d met less than five minutes before, but already she felt like she’d known him forever. The
