“You’re his.” The words hit the air like a verdict. “That should be enough to make me walk away.”

Kaz’s fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white, jaw tightening like he was biting back something sharp and dangerous. “But here I am.”

He met your gaze—like you were a storm on the horizon, wild and untamable, something that could burn everything down or leave him breathless. “Your blood is poison.” Kaz’s voice dropped, thick with warning and something darker—desire. “So why…”

A slow, cruel smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“…do I want a taste?”