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against him like a cat in heat while demanding he appease this

unimaginable ache.
But he’s not who you really want.

He’s not Xaden.

“Like…” He cocks his head to the side. “Like something’s going on. You
don’t look like you feel—you know—like yourself.”

Oh shit.

It’s because I’m not myself. All of this, the need, the lust, the craving for
the one person who I’m meant to be with…it’s Tairn.

Tairn’s emotions aren’t just overwhelming me; they’re controlling me.

“I’m good! Go to bed!” I step back into my room and slam the door while
I still have the mental capacity to do so.

Then I start pacing, but that doesn’t stop the next blast of heat or the
compulsion to—

I have to get out of here before I make an epic mistake and take Tairn’s

feelings out on Liam.
Grabbing my fur-lined cloak in one hand and pulling my hair up with the

other, I swirl the fabric over my shoulders and fasten the clip beneath my
throat. A second later, I peek out the door, and when I’m sure the coast is

clear, I fucking flee.

I make it to the entrance of the spiral steps—the ones that lead to the river
—before I have to lean back against the stone wall and breathe through the

fog of Tairn’s emotions.

Once the wave passes, I race down the steps, keeping one hand on the
wall in case I’m pulled under again.

The mage lights flicker on as I approach and fizzle out as I race by, as

though this newfound power is already at work, stretching into the world.
Away. I have to get away from everyone until Tairn finishes…whatever

he and Sgaeyl are doing.
I stumble out of the stairwell and emerge at the foundation walls of the