Gavriel's heart slammed against his ribs. "Serena?"
Her lashes trembled. Fingers twitched against his arm.
She stirred, and the exhale that left him was so ragged it sounded like it had been held since she lost consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, green, unfocused, blinking slowly like she couldn't quite determine what world she'd woken into. A soft groan escaped her as she turned her face toward the heat.
Towards him.
The moment her gaze locked onto his, her eyes flooded pink, and her entire body went still.
The matebond hit her like a freight train, but this train was running on different tracks than the other two.
Dexmon's matebond had arrived like a storm, possessive and consuming, a force that grabbed her by the chest and rewired her heartbeat to sync with his. Finnick's had been quieter, deeper, a current beneath still water that pulled with an undertow she never saw coming.
This one was something else entirely.
