Elysia has a problem.
A very, very big problem.
And no matter how many times she tells herself that it's not real that it's just adrenaline, confusion, proximity it keeps hitting her harder each day, like an avalanche she didn't see coming until it swallowed her whole.
She's falling for Malvoria.
Hard.
The Demon Queen. Her so-called enemy. Her reluctant wife.
She had always believed that if she ever strayed from the careful, committed affection she shared with Zera.
She would recognize it immediately sense the betrayal, recoil from it, build walls around her heart and remind herself of who she was, what she had to protect. She would shove the feelings into a box and seal it shut.
But here she is now, standing knee-deep in glistening mountain lake water, her hair dripping, her breath uneven, her clothes clinging to her like ivy, and Malvoria gods, Malvoria—is laughing.
And that laugh has shattered her resolve more than any kiss ever could.
