She wished heโd stop touching her. Not because she didnโt like it but because she liked it far too much. It made her hunger for things that could never be hers. And if someone went hungry for too long, they started to starve. Started to hurt.
Nalini SinghTruth was a tool. It should never simply be said. No, it had to be bent, twisted, colored, until it became a weapon.
Nalini SinghBrennaโs eyes widened. Raising a hand, she brushed his hair gently off his forehead. โWhy do I keep telling you things I swore Iโd take to my grave?โ The contact shot electricity through his nerves. โBecause you know Iโll always be your shield against the nightmares.
Nalini Singh