Cold Fate

Prologue

I could feel his breath on my neck. The heat from his mouth making the hair on my skin stand up. Goosebumps trail from my arms down to my legs. I can't move—I'm stuck—standing stiff on my feet. He always manages to draw the same reaction from me: thrill, excitement—the sensation almost killing me inside. He knows how to get me going. Whether it's the sound of his voice whispering dirty and provocative things to me, or the way one simple touch can electrify ever single cell in my body.

I didn't want him near me just less than six months ago, but now I can't imagine my life without him. Even after everything he's done, after everything he's put me through this year. I still want him—need him. He owns every bone in my body, and I hate it.

This wasn't supposed to be how this year turned out. It was just supposed to be me studying and working on my future—my life, but now I can't focus, I can't take my mind off him. He thinks I'm his weakness, but lately he seems to be mine. He watches my every move, every breath. It's almost toxic how much I crave his touch. Just one look and I melt.

It wasn't supposed to end this way. This was wrong—what we felt was wrong. I was wrong, but I didn't want it to stop. Not now that I know everything he did was for me. To protect me, to keep me safe from them. Even though he had a fucked up way of showing it, I knew he cared. I knew somewhere in his dark, blocked off heart, he had emotions. Not only just for me, but for Kaleb too.

I know the both of them would do anything to keep me safe—to even keep each other safe. Their bond has become unbreakable. I know at the end they would die for each other—and they almost have, over and over. They'd do it again, if it mean't the other was out of harms way.